It is hard trying to give a current condition report. For starters, I'm tipped upside-down in a hospital bed. The West Nile Virus has a way of denuding a person of any form of self-respect. Then I'm trying to type on Peach's iPad, which is a difficult procedure under normal conditions. Consider the fact that one finger on my left hand is already missing, and one of the others has a long plastic hose attached to it with glow-in-the dark capabilities. An unintended consequence of this, out of the corner of your eye, the finger appears to either be on fire or drastically bleeding. With these overwhelming obstacles it is easy to see that my literary achievements might not be up to snuff.
I have truly been blessed with great medical care in both Gordon Memorial Hospital and Regional West Medical Center in Scottsbluff. Friday a nice helicopter ride was provided to me, and my personal nurse Peach.
Now I am somewhat in a zombie state of mind. Just a few minutes ago, an entourage of hospital personnel all came through the door at once. I wasn't sure what to expect, but the thought did go through my mind that they could be gearing up to start singing and dancing. That didn't happen. They were just showing that the medical team at RWCT are professionals. Looking over the expertise and combined years of experience of these great people, and having a great faith in the Good Lord, I know I am in good hands with the upcoming healing process. Fifteen people were involved in this mini show of power. They had made good impressions and were filing out the door.
As usual what could have been a good response on my part didn't get said because of being too slow on the draw. Here is what I should have said, "Back in the olden golden days of the Wild West entertainment was in short supply. If there was a lynching to occur the the whole countryside would turn out for the big event. At one of these auspicious occasions, the star performer was asked if he had any last words before the galley door was opened. He looked out across the crowd, and thoughtfully responded, "If it wasn't for the honor of the thing, I'd just as soon not be here."
That would be me.