Wow, late night last night. I forgot what it was like to date girls my own age...they go to bed soo late. Anyways, as most of my fans are dying to know, yes im fine, yes i ended it, yes she cried all the time, and yes, she had courtney following me around the clock. I mean, im used to people staring at me, yelling at me, asking me to sign their body parts, but not watching me from far distances, with no desire to get closer. And thats exactly what courtney had david doing to me. When a guy has had enough, hes had enough.
Anyways, im over it (have been since before it started) so you should be too. Lets talk about my music. Lets talk about my body. Most importantly, lets talk about how they work together to form the most famous tandem in the world. People ask, "John, why do you perform with your shirt off?" My response, "I dont own shirts, why would i?"
What i really want to know from my fans is not so much about my music, because i will write whatever i want to write, sing whatever i want to sing, and I have enough money that i dont need fans (also, me and james blake have a great idea for a business venture if either of our careers ever goes south, and by south i mean south america). So what i really care about in public opinion terms, is my hair, and my body. I just cant decide if women like short or curly hair better. I mean, jess loved my long hair. LOVED it. couldnt stop bloody talking about it to save her life. actually, she talked about everything and nothing- better at that than anyone ive ever met. If there is any famous dude reading this- you have a chance with jess if you are a professional fake listener. otherwise, youre toast. My guess as to why its working out so well with tony so far...he practiced this talent with T.O. for years before he attempted with jess. He had a strategy. I dont know why, but he did.
Did you know that im actually really smart? I mean, way above average smart. All my songs have at least double meanings, although usually i stick with quadruple meanings. Four is my favorite number. Its the number of fingers on my left hand that i use to play the guitar. Actually, I guess i use all five, but Im so good at it that I forget.
Tomorrow Im flying to paris to look at the pavement. Ive hear that U2 got a lot of ideas for the new albums by looking at the cracks in the pavement from really high altitudes- apparently there is some secret code that madonna had her people write. Common folk cant see it because frankly, they are too poor.
Well, I'm going to go eat some "Chicken of the Sea" aka Tuna. Everyone knows that. Catch me on the road. Or dont, your loss.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Bills, baskets, breakfast, balmo
So I was thinking about changing this so that every post was from the perspective of a different famous person. but then i decided that i would become famous and have to deal with all the things that famous people deal with, like people writing fake blogs...so i didnt
Instead, I wanted to inform you all what it is like to be an adult.
1. As you all are aware, bills exist. But did you realize just how much of your paycheck they will take up. 1. Taxes (17%) 2. Rent (a heck of a lot) 3. Cable (100) 4. POWER (75) 5. Cell phone (40) 6. Car insurance (too much) 7. Health care (robbers). thats all i can think of. but when i was actually breaking down how much money i will have after all this is stolen from beneath my "leave" mat...i got very depressed. HOWEVER, as i told my new friend david today...i do not want to get to a point where i am consumed with making more and more money...therefore, i am thankful to make enough to be plenty comfortable and I will use the rest for whatever purpose god has.
2. I suddenly have this new fasination with baskets. like decorative ones. I never thought i would get to the point where i happily spend money on decorating anything...whether it be myself or my living space or my imaginary dog named mango, but i have arrived. baskets and lamps, they just get me.
3. So every morning (almost) i wake up at 6:50 and roll out of bed and stumble into the shower and i dont really fully wake up until i am half way through drying my hair. then i walk into my kitchen and make oatmeal. I wish i had started counting many years ago when i started eating oatmeal. im sure i have passed 1000 bowls. maybe, if i start counting, i could set a world record for having eaten the most consecutive bowls of oatmeal for breakfast ever. if anyone knows who to get that world record company to approve something, please let me know.
4. On my second day of work, i was assigned my first permanent duty by my new friend jim. My job is to ask Victor, the gas trader, what the balmo (balance of the month- i still dont know exactly what it represents, i just have to send out a mass email with the price.) is for the day. and i have to ask him at 1:30. everyday. i know it is strange, but trade floors use aim. so everyday i have to i.m. victor ( who thinks im a class A moron) and ask him what balmo is. the conversation goes like this: Me: Hey victor! whats the balmo? Victor: 4.78 Me: Thanks!. EVERYDAY. other than that i just follow jim around and look retarded cause i cant remember anyones name.
So yeah...thats my life. Shlater.
Instead, I wanted to inform you all what it is like to be an adult.
1. As you all are aware, bills exist. But did you realize just how much of your paycheck they will take up. 1. Taxes (17%) 2. Rent (a heck of a lot) 3. Cable (100) 4. POWER (75) 5. Cell phone (40) 6. Car insurance (too much) 7. Health care (robbers). thats all i can think of. but when i was actually breaking down how much money i will have after all this is stolen from beneath my "leave" mat...i got very depressed. HOWEVER, as i told my new friend david today...i do not want to get to a point where i am consumed with making more and more money...therefore, i am thankful to make enough to be plenty comfortable and I will use the rest for whatever purpose god has.
2. I suddenly have this new fasination with baskets. like decorative ones. I never thought i would get to the point where i happily spend money on decorating anything...whether it be myself or my living space or my imaginary dog named mango, but i have arrived. baskets and lamps, they just get me.
3. So every morning (almost) i wake up at 6:50 and roll out of bed and stumble into the shower and i dont really fully wake up until i am half way through drying my hair. then i walk into my kitchen and make oatmeal. I wish i had started counting many years ago when i started eating oatmeal. im sure i have passed 1000 bowls. maybe, if i start counting, i could set a world record for having eaten the most consecutive bowls of oatmeal for breakfast ever. if anyone knows who to get that world record company to approve something, please let me know.
4. On my second day of work, i was assigned my first permanent duty by my new friend jim. My job is to ask Victor, the gas trader, what the balmo (balance of the month- i still dont know exactly what it represents, i just have to send out a mass email with the price.) is for the day. and i have to ask him at 1:30. everyday. i know it is strange, but trade floors use aim. so everyday i have to i.m. victor ( who thinks im a class A moron) and ask him what balmo is. the conversation goes like this: Me: Hey victor! whats the balmo? Victor: 4.78 Me: Thanks!. EVERYDAY. other than that i just follow jim around and look retarded cause i cant remember anyones name.
So yeah...thats my life. Shlater.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Last time. Last day of School.
I was laying in bed last night thinking about my life. Not really my present life, but I was trying to remember as much as I possibly could about my life- my memories, my friends, my stories. yesterday was my last day of school. i was telling elizabeth that i felt surprisingly empty. it could be the fact that the thing i have been working towards is now over, and I dont really have much left in the plan for my life. Growing up, college was always there in the back of my mind- i knew it was something i was going to do, but i never looked forward to anything past that. now i am there, with no expectations or dreams. maybe that is why i feel blah.
College. ive been trying to remember what i was like before i came to college. In some ways i have not changed a bit ( still super competitve, semi-lazy) but in other ways I am a different person. Its strange how slowing a person changes...you dont really realize when you are...but afterwards you look back and think- who was i back then? Now more than ever I feel comfortable with who i am. if someone is annoyed by me, it doesnt really bother me, i just move on. im still terrible at sharing my real feelings- about anything- but at least i realize it now and it is something i can work on.
My expectations of college were simple. I was going to move into a dorm, make tons of great friends. study all the time. have really hard classes. go on dates semi-regularly. meet a boy who liked me and i liked him. have a job handed to me cause im just so great. know everyone in my classes. talk to my profs all the time. never be bored. be the most godly person ever. never be tempted to go crazy.
obviously, i was basically wrong about everything, but surprisingly im not disappointed. God has taught me more through this time than i ever thought possible. mostly- that i am not self-sufficient, that im not immune to being a human. i still have so far to go, but i am learning to trust him with everything.
Back to laying in bed remembering my life- here is the rambling journey my mind took, ill spare you by ending in middle school:
I think my first memory is being at ski school when i would have been three. i hated it and they tried to feed me hot dogs, which i hated, and i remember the view from where i was sitting to the door where my mom was standing to come pick me up. then i remember sitting on my mom's hospital bed when pete was born. they gave me a doll. her name was annie and she wore a pink jumper. i remember preschool in mrs woods class. one day i was on the see-saw and the other girl (my best friend) jumped off and i remember blacking out and being confused the rest of the day. then we went skiing and my dad yelled at me for running over a snowboarder and he made me hike back up the hill to apologize. i remember getting penny and how little she was. playing the backyard for hours on the rope swing where i would jump off the fort and do tricks- pretending like i was in the olympics. first grade- my best friend was taylor forti and i spent the whole year confused on how to say juliens last name. getting "l" and "r" stamps on my hand to learn left and right. second grade, jason came to our class on my birthday and he told me not to pop my knuckles. third grade- coming back from pe and seeing a paper on my desk with a "70". i was devastated. listening to the radio as o.j. was declared innocent and mrs. willingham was mad. i dont know when this happened, but the morning we found out dr. britton died. my parents cried. it was terrible. going to the funeral for the boys and they still had not found the middle one. going to europe with my family in sixth grade. the first sunday back in church, we were sitting on the third row on the left side. i remember my dress. they announced to everyone that heathers family was moving. i had no idea. i was crushed. playing sports. scoring goals in soccer. good times. playing nitendo at gails house.
random i know.....sorry im just really bored at work.
College. ive been trying to remember what i was like before i came to college. In some ways i have not changed a bit ( still super competitve, semi-lazy) but in other ways I am a different person. Its strange how slowing a person changes...you dont really realize when you are...but afterwards you look back and think- who was i back then? Now more than ever I feel comfortable with who i am. if someone is annoyed by me, it doesnt really bother me, i just move on. im still terrible at sharing my real feelings- about anything- but at least i realize it now and it is something i can work on.
My expectations of college were simple. I was going to move into a dorm, make tons of great friends. study all the time. have really hard classes. go on dates semi-regularly. meet a boy who liked me and i liked him. have a job handed to me cause im just so great. know everyone in my classes. talk to my profs all the time. never be bored. be the most godly person ever. never be tempted to go crazy.
obviously, i was basically wrong about everything, but surprisingly im not disappointed. God has taught me more through this time than i ever thought possible. mostly- that i am not self-sufficient, that im not immune to being a human. i still have so far to go, but i am learning to trust him with everything.
Back to laying in bed remembering my life- here is the rambling journey my mind took, ill spare you by ending in middle school:
I think my first memory is being at ski school when i would have been three. i hated it and they tried to feed me hot dogs, which i hated, and i remember the view from where i was sitting to the door where my mom was standing to come pick me up. then i remember sitting on my mom's hospital bed when pete was born. they gave me a doll. her name was annie and she wore a pink jumper. i remember preschool in mrs woods class. one day i was on the see-saw and the other girl (my best friend) jumped off and i remember blacking out and being confused the rest of the day. then we went skiing and my dad yelled at me for running over a snowboarder and he made me hike back up the hill to apologize. i remember getting penny and how little she was. playing the backyard for hours on the rope swing where i would jump off the fort and do tricks- pretending like i was in the olympics. first grade- my best friend was taylor forti and i spent the whole year confused on how to say juliens last name. getting "l" and "r" stamps on my hand to learn left and right. second grade, jason came to our class on my birthday and he told me not to pop my knuckles. third grade- coming back from pe and seeing a paper on my desk with a "70". i was devastated. listening to the radio as o.j. was declared innocent and mrs. willingham was mad. i dont know when this happened, but the morning we found out dr. britton died. my parents cried. it was terrible. going to the funeral for the boys and they still had not found the middle one. going to europe with my family in sixth grade. the first sunday back in church, we were sitting on the third row on the left side. i remember my dress. they announced to everyone that heathers family was moving. i had no idea. i was crushed. playing sports. scoring goals in soccer. good times. playing nitendo at gails house.
random i know.....sorry im just really bored at work.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Edward Cullen
So the Coldplay concert was amazing. Thanks again! When we all have jobs (aka money) we have to go to a concert together. you would all love it. Update time....drum role...
Books: I read harry potter last week and it was amazing. it made me feel like a kid again.
Job: I got a job offer in Houston with a pipeline company a few weeks ago, and i was about to accept when i got a call from a company in Dallas. Now i am trying to decide between the two. It feels strange to have options :) God is so good.
Thanksgiving: I cant wait to go home!! I might not be home until wednesday now because i might need to go stay in dallas to visit the company...but we shall see.
Graduation: I graduate in 3 weeks. i cant believe how fast college has gone by. its so weird to look back and remember all the different years and everything God has taught me- i tend not to realize how much i learn until im way past that time. but its cool to see how He works in all situations, whether its the people i meet or the places i go. i know i just need to remember this when making a decision about where to work.
hmm...i literally have nothing else to say. sorry this was a boring post.
ps. im forming an anti-edward club if anyone wants to join. i am going to create badges and tshirts, but not wear them, just have them.
Books: I read harry potter last week and it was amazing. it made me feel like a kid again.
Job: I got a job offer in Houston with a pipeline company a few weeks ago, and i was about to accept when i got a call from a company in Dallas. Now i am trying to decide between the two. It feels strange to have options :) God is so good.
Thanksgiving: I cant wait to go home!! I might not be home until wednesday now because i might need to go stay in dallas to visit the company...but we shall see.
Graduation: I graduate in 3 weeks. i cant believe how fast college has gone by. its so weird to look back and remember all the different years and everything God has taught me- i tend not to realize how much i learn until im way past that time. but its cool to see how He works in all situations, whether its the people i meet or the places i go. i know i just need to remember this when making a decision about where to work.
hmm...i literally have nothing else to say. sorry this was a boring post.
ps. im forming an anti-edward club if anyone wants to join. i am going to create badges and tshirts, but not wear them, just have them.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Live your life...eh eh, eh eh, eh eh......
What an insane month. good grief. so i had this 85-page paper to write...a bijillion interviews...projects...presentations...a birthday...man im tired. i really enjoyed my update formula...therefore i am sticking to it from here on, but of course there will be different categories just to keep thing interesting:
Birthday: I get to go see Coldplay!!! Thank you girls so much! Being 22 is less painful than I imagined.
School: All i have left in my college career is one project and two tests. its awesome.
Job: Absolutely nothing. Ill probably be living on a couch somewhere, but not at home cause my parents said i cant move home. there are a lot of really cool homeless places around, so i might be checking those out. ill probably have to cancel my phone, so you can reach me by carrier pigeon.
Football: all my teams suck. yes. i admit it. and i really have lost interest in sports. i probably only check espn.com every other day now vs. every other hour in the past.
Life: For one of the first times ever last weekend, i really felt an utter weakness. I was totally overwelmed with everything that i had to do, basically had a breakdown, which no one really knows cause no one was there. but it was weird cause it was almost wonderful. i felt really alive by my weakness...vulnerable i guess. idk, im not really vulnerable that often so it was new. but i survived and God helped me focus and now i free from school and the library.
Books: I am currently reading harry potter again. so prepare for harry comparisons to begin again since i will be living in hogwarts world.
Needed: i would like suggestions on what i should do after i graduate if i do not have a job (ie. where i should move, what i should do) not to be too picky with the suggestions, but i would welcome anything abnormal (moving to dallas is a good, plausible suggestion, but you know....kinda boring)
Boys: I was recently proposed to by not one, but two, strapping young gentlmen. one works at sams, pushing carts, the other works in the herbology department...mostly pulling weeds in the garden. i dont really know which one to pick. both are similarly ugly and both have young children with their previous lovers. i am thinking probably the one from the garden cause maybe we can eat some of the stuff from the garden...since we will be fairly poor.
Things i hate:
1. max...the freaking dog from hell. he ate cally's computer charger...im sure i am next...not my charger...ME.
2. people all of a sudden complaining about obama all the time when really they should have been complaining about him BEFORE the election took place.
3. companies making me come to interviews and then telling me that they are not hiring december grads....COOL
4. my alarm
5. driving long distances. like over 2 miles.
6. being so tired that i cant sleep.
7. hearing drunken stories from the same person everyday.
8. ummm i think thats all besides tech, but thats a given. tech and satan.
toodles.
Birthday: I get to go see Coldplay!!! Thank you girls so much! Being 22 is less painful than I imagined.
School: All i have left in my college career is one project and two tests. its awesome.
Job: Absolutely nothing. Ill probably be living on a couch somewhere, but not at home cause my parents said i cant move home. there are a lot of really cool homeless places around, so i might be checking those out. ill probably have to cancel my phone, so you can reach me by carrier pigeon.
Football: all my teams suck. yes. i admit it. and i really have lost interest in sports. i probably only check espn.com every other day now vs. every other hour in the past.
Life: For one of the first times ever last weekend, i really felt an utter weakness. I was totally overwelmed with everything that i had to do, basically had a breakdown, which no one really knows cause no one was there. but it was weird cause it was almost wonderful. i felt really alive by my weakness...vulnerable i guess. idk, im not really vulnerable that often so it was new. but i survived and God helped me focus and now i free from school and the library.
Books: I am currently reading harry potter again. so prepare for harry comparisons to begin again since i will be living in hogwarts world.
Needed: i would like suggestions on what i should do after i graduate if i do not have a job (ie. where i should move, what i should do) not to be too picky with the suggestions, but i would welcome anything abnormal (moving to dallas is a good, plausible suggestion, but you know....kinda boring)
Boys: I was recently proposed to by not one, but two, strapping young gentlmen. one works at sams, pushing carts, the other works in the herbology department...mostly pulling weeds in the garden. i dont really know which one to pick. both are similarly ugly and both have young children with their previous lovers. i am thinking probably the one from the garden cause maybe we can eat some of the stuff from the garden...since we will be fairly poor.
Things i hate:
1. max...the freaking dog from hell. he ate cally's computer charger...im sure i am next...not my charger...ME.
2. people all of a sudden complaining about obama all the time when really they should have been complaining about him BEFORE the election took place.
3. companies making me come to interviews and then telling me that they are not hiring december grads....COOL
4. my alarm
5. driving long distances. like over 2 miles.
6. being so tired that i cant sleep.
7. hearing drunken stories from the same person everyday.
8. ummm i think thats all besides tech, but thats a given. tech and satan.
toodles.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Whoop for a new post.
For those of you who dont agree with whooping then you can just. stop. reading. now.
I really dont have that much to say. nothing really that interesting has happened to me.
Today i snuck a pizza into the library. it was exhilarating.
Updates------
Job update: no job.
Boy update: no boy.
Car update: it works.
Football update: ags will lose.
Stock update: bad.
Class update: busy.
Project update: tons to do.
Food update: out of oatmeal.
Birthday update: no plans. probably going on a retreat
Animal update: bought a snake.
Sport update: taking up rock climbing.
Reading update: I hate twilight.
Movie update: Havent been
The end.
I really dont have that much to say. nothing really that interesting has happened to me.
Today i snuck a pizza into the library. it was exhilarating.
Updates------
Job update: no job.
Boy update: no boy.
Car update: it works.
Football update: ags will lose.
Stock update: bad.
Class update: busy.
Project update: tons to do.
Food update: out of oatmeal.
Birthday update: no plans. probably going on a retreat
Animal update: bought a snake.
Sport update: taking up rock climbing.
Reading update: I hate twilight.
Movie update: Havent been
The end.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Miracles
Last Saturday during the football game, my dad began texting me as usual. We were both not looking forward to the inevitable loss...yada yada yada. I knew he was at a men's retreat for church and began wondering why he had all this time to 1) know what was going on in the game and 2) have time to text me. He told me that the retreat had stalled because they had to take our pastor to the ER cause he had passed out. Obviously at this point, my dad didnt seem too concerned.
However, by the end of the game, he told me that the outlook was pretty bad and to be praying...for what we still didnt know. In between me leaving the game and getting to McAlisters ( for the inevitable eat because we lost meal) we found out that the doctors in Amarillo couldnt help him and they were putting him on an medical jet to houston. The doctors in Amarillo had initially thought it was a heart attack so had correctly given him a ton of blood thinners...however, they quickly saw that it was an aortic aneurysm and that somehow the inside walls of the aorta were ripping from the outside walls.
So, long story short, i drove to houston saturday night knowing that Bobby was about to have extensive surgery...25% fatality rate (bypasses are <1%) . I got there earlier than the plane arrived. His 80-year-old parents were in the waiting room (all of the family is basically from houston) and they are the most precious people. Somehow i knew even more than them (maybe they had forgotten) but I waited with them for the plane to arrive. It finally did and we went down to meet them. I had no idea what to expect but before we got there, a bed came around the corner with bobby on it and 1)he was awake 2) he recognized me 3) but he was clearly delirious. That was the last i saw of him. His mom started chasing after him saying "bobby, bobby, are you alright?" but the nurses quickly stopped her and they disappeared around the corner. We went and found bobby's wife (Marty-my mentor from home, youve probably heard me talk about her) and the waiting game began.
A bunch of their family began to trickle in and thankfully we were the only ones there. ( it was 1130 by this time). Oh yeah, and the reason they came to Houston was that there were only 3 drs in the state who could do the surgery...all in Houston...all at this hospital. A week before (Ike) there would have been no where for him to go. Marty and her daughters( they flew in from LAX on the last flight) go to spend some time with him before surgery. But the drs got him in as quickly as they could. At 4, they came and told us they had made the first incision. It would be a 6 hr surgery. We slept maybe an hour. The nurses kept coming and giving us updates. No real bad news, except the blood wouldnt clot because of the previous blood thinners. But the doctors already knew this would happen.
Finally they came and told us he was done. About 10 am. We were exhausted and delirous and couldnt imagine how the drs had lasted so long. Everything went well the nurse said, and the doctor would come see us soon.
Talk about the most brilliant man in the world. The dr. came in a few minutes later. He was probably 35. From Canada, school at Stanford. He proceeded to describe everything that he had done. I wont bore you with the details except 1) it was a grey's anatomy surgery where they cool the body down and stop his heart and somehow do a bypass so his brain is still getting blood 2) it is the dr's favorite surgery and 3) so far so good.
(Brief pause to describe this dr. Ok i admit, i was in love. Not because of looks or anything, but when he opened his mouth and talked it was like listening to ocean waves or hypnotic drumming in the amazon rainforest, or whatever puts you to sleep. I dont know why, but this guy was obviously brilliant and he could explain so well, and he was confident but not cocky, and compassionate. ok so i wont go on, but clearly i was blown away. Ive just never been around a real live person like that.)
A few hours later they let us go see Bobby two at a time. i let every else go first cause i was really there for the family, and they were all family. But somehow time didnt run out and i was able to go back there with marty. He was asleep with a ventilator. And he looked terrible. tubes everywhere. I knew it would be like that, but knowing and seeing are so different. i just started crying. And you know i dont cry.
We finally got to go sleep a little, and the nurses kept reporting that he was on schedule and doing as well as could be expected. I went home Sunday night after everyone had seen him again and there was still no bad news. And today being Friday, they are thinking he might be released from the hospital tomorrow. Which is way ahead of schedule. basically nothing ever went remotely wrong. what a miricle. here are a few more, just as a reminder of what our awesome God can do. some i already mentioned:
1. If this would have happened a week earlier, he could not have been flown to Houston
2. If he would not have drank coffee that morning, his blood pressure would not have increased and he would not have felt any signs
3. His daughters were both 10 min from LAX when they found out and were able to get to houston to see him before the surgery.
4. I never passed out with all the talk of blood.
5. I made it back to college station with 3 hours of sleep. barely. i began to have conversations with my imaginary friend.
Sorry for the length...and the boring details. I wanted to remember and I hate writing, so this serves a double purpose as my diary and to encourage all of you in the sovreignty and power of God.
However, by the end of the game, he told me that the outlook was pretty bad and to be praying...for what we still didnt know. In between me leaving the game and getting to McAlisters ( for the inevitable eat because we lost meal) we found out that the doctors in Amarillo couldnt help him and they were putting him on an medical jet to houston. The doctors in Amarillo had initially thought it was a heart attack so had correctly given him a ton of blood thinners...however, they quickly saw that it was an aortic aneurysm and that somehow the inside walls of the aorta were ripping from the outside walls.
So, long story short, i drove to houston saturday night knowing that Bobby was about to have extensive surgery...25% fatality rate (bypasses are <1%) . I got there earlier than the plane arrived. His 80-year-old parents were in the waiting room (all of the family is basically from houston) and they are the most precious people. Somehow i knew even more than them (maybe they had forgotten) but I waited with them for the plane to arrive. It finally did and we went down to meet them. I had no idea what to expect but before we got there, a bed came around the corner with bobby on it and 1)he was awake 2) he recognized me 3) but he was clearly delirious. That was the last i saw of him. His mom started chasing after him saying "bobby, bobby, are you alright?" but the nurses quickly stopped her and they disappeared around the corner. We went and found bobby's wife (Marty-my mentor from home, youve probably heard me talk about her) and the waiting game began.
A bunch of their family began to trickle in and thankfully we were the only ones there. ( it was 1130 by this time). Oh yeah, and the reason they came to Houston was that there were only 3 drs in the state who could do the surgery...all in Houston...all at this hospital. A week before (Ike) there would have been no where for him to go. Marty and her daughters( they flew in from LAX on the last flight) go to spend some time with him before surgery. But the drs got him in as quickly as they could. At 4, they came and told us they had made the first incision. It would be a 6 hr surgery. We slept maybe an hour. The nurses kept coming and giving us updates. No real bad news, except the blood wouldnt clot because of the previous blood thinners. But the doctors already knew this would happen.
Finally they came and told us he was done. About 10 am. We were exhausted and delirous and couldnt imagine how the drs had lasted so long. Everything went well the nurse said, and the doctor would come see us soon.
Talk about the most brilliant man in the world. The dr. came in a few minutes later. He was probably 35. From Canada, school at Stanford. He proceeded to describe everything that he had done. I wont bore you with the details except 1) it was a grey's anatomy surgery where they cool the body down and stop his heart and somehow do a bypass so his brain is still getting blood 2) it is the dr's favorite surgery and 3) so far so good.
(Brief pause to describe this dr. Ok i admit, i was in love. Not because of looks or anything, but when he opened his mouth and talked it was like listening to ocean waves or hypnotic drumming in the amazon rainforest, or whatever puts you to sleep. I dont know why, but this guy was obviously brilliant and he could explain so well, and he was confident but not cocky, and compassionate. ok so i wont go on, but clearly i was blown away. Ive just never been around a real live person like that.)
A few hours later they let us go see Bobby two at a time. i let every else go first cause i was really there for the family, and they were all family. But somehow time didnt run out and i was able to go back there with marty. He was asleep with a ventilator. And he looked terrible. tubes everywhere. I knew it would be like that, but knowing and seeing are so different. i just started crying. And you know i dont cry.
We finally got to go sleep a little, and the nurses kept reporting that he was on schedule and doing as well as could be expected. I went home Sunday night after everyone had seen him again and there was still no bad news. And today being Friday, they are thinking he might be released from the hospital tomorrow. Which is way ahead of schedule. basically nothing ever went remotely wrong. what a miricle. here are a few more, just as a reminder of what our awesome God can do. some i already mentioned:
1. If this would have happened a week earlier, he could not have been flown to Houston
2. If he would not have drank coffee that morning, his blood pressure would not have increased and he would not have felt any signs
3. His daughters were both 10 min from LAX when they found out and were able to get to houston to see him before the surgery.
4. I never passed out with all the talk of blood.
5. I made it back to college station with 3 hours of sleep. barely. i began to have conversations with my imaginary friend.
Sorry for the length...and the boring details. I wanted to remember and I hate writing, so this serves a double purpose as my diary and to encourage all of you in the sovreignty and power of God.
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