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What a week! Between the rockets and missiles from Gaza, getting supplies for Pesaḥ, and getting ready for my knee operation — a lot was going on this week. And that’s not even mentioning all the Winning going on in the US…
All week there’s been an increasing amount of tension in the South, with the Gazans initiating “accidental” rocket launches which destroyed houses and injured people. Our gov’t has taken its usual approach of doing the least it thinks it can do without getting the “international community” upset. That is, of course, far short of what’s required to discourage the Gazans from terrorizing their neighbors (and it should be noted that the ‘neighbors’ who were terrorized at the start of this week were some 100km away from Gaza, and near where Sarah lives, relatively speaking).
Just for your edification, I’ll reiterate my solution: use up our antiquated artillery shells. There’s a whole pile of them taking up space in military warehouses.
Anyway, the knee. I’ve been doing physical therapy for it, but this week (Thursday) I had an operation scheduled, a “partial meniscectomy”. So we went on Thursday just after lunch (I’d been fasting since 8, but Esther had lunch), and signed in at the hospital and paid our bill. Then we went to the operating staging area and got interviewed by the nurse in charge there. After an hour or two we were interviewed by the operating doctor, who helpfully marked the correct leg with a bold, black marker.
Then we waited; I was number 4 in line, of 4 patients. So though I’m not patient, I had to wait.
Finally, an orderly wheeled me up to the operation area, and told me someone would be by soon to take me in to the OR. A couple of random middle-aged women sat down next to me and were chatting to each other. I, in my surgical gown, was not quite at my social-best. I tried glaring at them, but my eyes were glazed over by then. Eventually, I was wheeled into the OR.
They put me on the table, and laid my arms out at 90 degree angles. I was going to make a comment to them about not wanting to be crucified, but I think the anesthesiologist was a Christian Arab, and it seemed to me that comment might not go down too well. I didn’t want an under-dosage of the good stuff, after all.
As it turned out, the stuff was really good stuff, and I woke up some time later in the recovery room, where Esther and I had to hang out for quite a while, while the other patients in the queue were released before us. We finally got home around 10 at night, ate ravenously, and went to bed. THE END.
Sarah came over to be with us for the pre-and-post-op, which was nice. She apparently had good long chats with her grandma; I hope no embarrassing details of my youth were revealed.
Well, that’s all I have the energy to write about this week. Will let you know how the recovery progresses, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be plain-vanilla.
The weather was supposed to have been rainy this week, but that was shifted toward the week-end, so shabbat and the next five days will be rainy. So they say.
We’ve got lunch guests this shabbat!
Our menu will include:
homemade ḥalla,
baked chicken,
rice,
traditional meaty cholent,
various salatim,
and ice-cream.
Until next time,
shabbat shalom!
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