What price health

So I started to add up the various costs of this surgery and more especially the support network we've needed to cobble up to get the family through this. Yeesh. For all this, my tush oughta be gold-plated.

Also, it's making me realize more the value of my "job", in seeing what it costs to replace me for a week.

What happens with Greek hurricane names if we get a doozy

I found this on the wunderground.com blog today, and I know I'd been asking this question in general and I think others on my flist may have too.

I know I said this in yesterday's blog, but it bears repeating since I get asked this question all the time: There are no provisions for what to do in the event we have to retire Beta's name and replace it on the list of hurricane names. One possibility is that the storm will be dubbed Beta-2005 and the name Beta will be reused. Another possibilty is that Beta will be skipped over next time the Greek alphabet comes into use.

Also he says that Alpha may have killed more people than Wilma.

Today's improving post-surgery progress

Yesterday was a big day - the doctor's appointment, the long car ride, a couple errands - and then in the evening we went out and did a Walmart run for various stuff. I was exhausted.

This morning I woke up more cheerful than I have for a long time. I was stiff and sore, sure, but no more than I had been the morning before. I haven't gone anywhere today, but it's been a good day. I spent more time downstairs, I went up and downstairs a good bit more than I had been. I helped Kathy get laundry folded and put away. I played with the kids more, even got out my drums and showed them to Kathy and the kids and got the old kid drum out for them, after we got into a discussion on music and rhythm and dancing and music training for the kids. That was fun. The kid drum is like a small borran, and Jamie was wearing it on his right arm like a shield, and playing it with the other hand. He looked like a little lefthanded Viking. We went outside for a while and blew bubbles.

I am really starting to believe that I *will* be one of the ones with a good outcome and I will get my health back. Not yet, I still have a long way to go, but I am improving. And it's leaving me motivated to want to DO so much. I'm beginning to realize how MUCH the constant pain and lack of deep sleep have worn me down, wiped me out, and left me foggy brained. I feel like I've lost all that time. Now I want to start new educational projects, get more done on my fiber arts (well, I always want to do that), I want to get back to my harp music, go ahead and start trying to learn piano, get back to swimming, get back to dancing. Somehow. There's LOTS of logistical problems, especially as the mother of small children. But I want to do these things, a lot.