Dear Friends: Before I begin to explain why the Shrine has gone silent these past few days, I wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to all my readers and supporters. I landed as Political Mom Blogger #35, courtesy of your kind votes. Given the luminaries in the list, that is an honor I will cherish. I was delighted to note that new Shrine Friend, the Lonely Conservative, was voted #1. It is great seeing independent-conservative moms being so creative and connected. It bodes well for 2012.
Now, the reason for the silence. It seems I was just a titch too excited about the quashing of Obamacare by the Supreme Court — I DID break my leg. The upper top femur, to be exact. It seems that the hairline fracture became a full one during my Thursday morning attempt to clean the leavings from the Shrine’s sacred cat. I explored pain levels at that moment that few mortals have known. In fact, let this picture be your guide:
(Aside – I will revisit the Mosby Pain Scale, creating a Political version suitable for discussing the rest of Obama’s term).
Horemheb made arrangements with my USCD Family Medicine clinic for an urgent care visit, all the way from the remote Northern Station of Santa Barbara, and has come down for the week during my ensuing recovery process. My in-laws took me to the clinic; my father-in-law, a fabulous doctor himself, made sure all the treatment recommendations made sense. My mother-in-law (a divine woman, whom I adore), stayed with me for as long as possible until I was taken to a room to be prepared for hip replacement surgery.
Now, I am the Bionic Blogger:
Gentlemen, we can rebuild MUT. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic blogger. She will be that pundit. Better than she was before. Better, stronger, faster.
Now, I am no $6 million pundit: That realm is along the lines of Glenn Reynolds/Instapundit. However, Horemheb informs me that the first survey of charges on my hip replacement surgery is that I am at least worth $50,000. Due to the fact we work hard, make health insurance a priority, and budget wisely, I was able to experience the total platinum standard of medical care from the great team at UCSD Hillcrest, where the Young Prince was born 10 years ago. Again, it seems I was a novelty patient — being young for this type of injury. So, I got tons of extra attention from the medical staff. That is one of the great advantages of going to a teaching hospital. I am glad I was able to enjoy the benefits of the free market healthcare system (or as free market as all the regulations and bureaucracy allows it to be) before it potentially disappears.
All the doctors, nurses and assistants were exceptional. I would love to thank them all personally, but some of the fine medications deleted names from the memory banks. However, Orrin (an orthopedic doctor overseeing much of my care) was exceptional, helping adjust my leg during a particularly challenging X-ray and answering all my questions. The nursing staff, including Gretchen, Carolina, Sheryl and Raida were fabulous. Raida was particularly kind yesterday, helping me walk around the entire 8th floor while I made her talk — being originally from Bulgaria, she had such a lovely lilt to her voice, I asked her about becoming an RN in San Diego.
One of the many silver linings is that I have had a chance to see the ripple I have made in people’s lives, which is something that might go unappreciated until death. I am so glad I have gotten a ton of support from my fellow bloggers (the San-Diego Local Order of Bloggers), my church, the friends I have made at the Young Prince’s school (who are making sure that he can make it back and forth to school once Horemheb returns to the Northern Outpost next week), and my family. I would especially like to thank WC Varones for the visit and “Scalia Dissents” and SoCal Tax Revolt Coaltion’s Dawn Wildman for the flowers — a testament to how closely we Tea Party types have boded over these past years. Between all of my kind friends, the food, laundry, cleaning and other essentials have been handled so I can properly recovered. Interestingly, no federal or state agency was involved. However, one of my dearest friends, Miss Mo (no conservative she, as a proud Wellesley liberal, we have vigorous debates with respect) has been a mover and shaker it getting all of this arranged before I even made it home
Truly, I cannot be more blessed in life.
As an extra bonus: Father Anthony is coming over Thursday for an “anointing of the sick”. Horemheb may try and convince him an exorcism is more in order. I hope to write about this in my Catholic blog later this week.
That’s all the punditry for today. It seems I will have lots more time for writing these next 4-6 weeks. Your continuing prayers and support would be most welcome. In the meantime, I will be enjoying some unanticipated leisure time to: