Wanted to post this earlier, but I kept forgetting… Had a visit with my surgeon today. She was very happy with how…

Wanted to post this earlier, but I kept forgetting… Had a visit with my surgeon today. She was very happy with how…

Wanted to post this earlier, but I kept forgetting… Had a visit with my surgeon today. She was very happy with how I was doing, and they removed the drain. Boy not having to always to aware of that thing is going to be great.

And everyday I feel a little more normal, but while I feel that I am more mentally there than I was, I would be much happier if my parents PC hadn’t developed a video driver issue.

Not sure what is wrong, but one way or another I’ll puzzle together a solution.

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Buttered Cat Paradox

The buttered cat paradox is a common joke based on the tongue-in-cheek combination of two adages:

Cats always land on their feet.
Buttered toast always lands buttered side down.

The paradox arises when one considers what would happen if one attached a piece of buttered toast (butter side up) to the back of a cat, then dropped the cat from a large height. Some people jokingly maintain that the experiment will produce an anti-gravity effect. The faux paradox has captured the imagination of science-oriented humorists.

The idea appeared on the British panel game QI, where the idea was discussed. As well as talking about the idea, they also brought up other questions regarding the paradox. These included “Would it still work if you used margarine?”, “Would it still work if you used I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter?”, and “What if the toast was covered in something that was not butter, but the cat thought it was butter?”, the idea being that it would act like a placebo. The paradox also appeared in the episode “Gravitational Anarchy” of the scientific podcast RadioLab.

Brazilian energy drink brand Flying Horse has released a commercial that simulates the recreation of this phenomenon, which is then used to create perpetual energy. I used the commercial to make the gif. below.
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Oh boy, for a couple of days there it was like I had no energy at all, made doing anything a real chore. But for the…

Oh boy, for a couple of days there it was like I had no energy at all, made doing anything a real chore. But for the…

Oh boy, for a couple of days there it was like I had no energy at all, made doing anything a real chore. But for the last couple of days I’ve regained some appetite, and gotten some decent sleep. Not quite enough of either, but a start on getting back to normal.

My taste is a little off, some things seem just fine others; meh at best. For the most part when not trying to remember to walk or doing those breathing exercises hospitals want you do, is just some like reading and watching shows… Anything claiming, and thankfully I can get by taking Tylenol for pain when I need it.

Still have some much I want to write about the surgery and what the doctor found going in, but I’m going to cheat a little and copy and paste from what my Mother wrote over on FB:

“There were complications as a result of the incisions not healing at all or not properly, and the colon in three place attached to the incision, and had to be cut off of it and cleaned up. That is why food wasn’t passing through good, and he was in pain like he was, and feeling like something was wrong in that area. … He was on super strong antibiotics by IV at the hospital. He now has 84 days of taking a super strong one, morning, and night. No sun except very shorts spurts.”

So that’s how things are generally now, and what happened.

#EaslyExhausted
#MindNot100%

I am Home!

I am Home!

I am Home!

Got home yesterday afternoon, and thought about writing a message that evening. But what energy I had left me, and I ended up going to bed early.

Still feeling tire this morning, but had a better nights rest than I had been having.

No staples this time, they glued me closed this time and I was sent home with  a suction drain. I’ll be on antibiotics for the next few months, and have a few restrictions while healing.

Heaven willing, and I don’t screw up anything, come this time next year (sooner even) this will just be a faded bad memory.

I’ll write more when I’m more up to it…