A Boz Family Photo

A Boz Family Photo
Originally uploaded by boz48730.

Angel of the morning

I miss my Mennonite cutie.
I wonder if she has a My Space account?

Surgery -After Care

Surgery -After Care
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Surgical stockings that have to be worn for two weeks, and my hospital footies with traction strips on the bottom, vroooom, vroooooom, vrooooooooooooom.

Surgery - the hip

Surgery - the hip
Originally uploaded by boz48730.

anterior cervical spinal fusion surgery - 1st pic

anterior cervical spinal fusion surgery
Originally uploaded by boz48730.

I'm Home

Everything went great, many stories to tell and pictures to post.
I might do an audio post tonight, but now ... I'm going to bed.

The REAL last post before surgery

Leaving tomorrow night.
Surgery Monday morning.
I'll be home either Tuesday or Wednesday.
Wish me luck.
See you in a couple of days.
Why am I sweating profusely?

Last post before surgery???

I don't know, it might be. Pain has invaded every nook and cranny of my body. Yesterday it was my right shoulder and my left heel. Today it is my left upper and lower jaw. I think the only parts of me that don't hurt are my eyebrows. I was going to stay home all day tomorrow and just rest in bed, well, except for running into town to refill a prescription and paying the water bill, but my sister has invited us over to their motor home for a chicken dinner. I mean what can I do? They've been so nice about this whole thing, but ... it hurt today to even eat chili, and you don't actually eat chili, you just sort of swallow it, am I right.
So I guess I'll just wait and see how I feel tomorrow, because if I feel as crappy as I feel right now, there is no way ... and actually, I would really like to see their motor home, they just got it last year, and I've never seen it, I'm not trying to be a bad guy here, but ... I'M THE ONE WHO IS HAVING SURGERY, and I hurt, and it should be all about me, shouldn't it?

Surgery Update

I got some good news and some ehhhh news when the hospital in Saginaw called me this morning.

They told me that I could get my pre-op tests done at the hospital in Tawas, which eliminates a 170 mile round trip to Saginaw and back, let's hear a big YAY for that.

I also found out that I might only have to spend one night in the hospital after the surgery, I'm not sure about ... yeah, let's hear a big YAY for that too.

Finally, I found out that I have to report to the hospital down in Saginaw at five thirty am next Monday morning for a scheduled seven thirty surgery, which means we'll either have to leave Sunday afternoon and get a hotel room down in Saginaw, or leave here at about three am to make sure we made it by five thirty, which if I had my choice is what I would like to do, of course since I won't be driving that's a no brainer for me, because do I really want to spend the night in a hotel room with my brother-in-law, but I guess you could say does my brother-in-law really want to spend the night in a hotel room with me ... touch-e!

Be the first one on your block to have your boy shipped home in a box

So, earlier tonight I downloaded the first album recorded by Country Joe and the Fish. This was one of the albums I used to listen to in my walk in closet that I had converted into my hippie pad back when I was in high school which was complete with beaded curtains, psychedelic posters, black light, and cushions all over the floor, this was one of the albums I used to listen to while smoking Lucky Strikes and pretending I was smoking grass ...

And that reminds me of the time that Wesley from across the street read somewhere that you could get high from smoking tea leaves. So one afternoon after school Wesley from across the street and I decided we would smoke tea leaves in my walk in closet/hippie pad. Wesley from across the street had a cigarette rolling machine ... a what???
And he rolled us a cigarette filled with tea leaves.
We lit it up, and and and and and ...
It was god awful and the smell was enough to kill cockroaches.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my old man was home at the time.

Old man: What the hell is that smell?
Me: Ummmmm, it's incense.
Old man: My god, it smells awful.
Me: Yeah, I know, I'll never buy any of that stuff again!

And that also reminds me of the time that Wesley from across the street got his hands on a stag movie and we decided to watch it up in my walk in closet/hippie pad after school on the rickety old 8 millimeter projector that my parents had gotten for me used for my birthday a couple years before along with a used 8mm movie camera which I always thought was a terrible birthday present, because it wasn't actually for me, it was actually for them, ok, it was actually for me, but it was for me to take movies whenever they wanted movies taken, you know what I mean.

Parents: Hey, bozzie, come down here and take some movies of your niece and nephew, they look so cute.
Me: Awwwwwwwwwwwww, I can't, I'm doing homework ...

Actually, I was probably looking through the curtains and trying to catch a glimpse of Marilyn with the big boobs, and I mean big boobs, changing clothes in her bedroom which I had a perfect view of from my bed room, yeah.

So anyway, Wesley from across the street and I decided to watch the stag film, and I guess I should mention that most stag films were from the late 40s or early 50s and the women had pendulous breasts, and hairy, I mean really hairy bushes, and yeah, I think we called them bushes back then, and the women had stretch marks and caked make-up, and they were generally very un-attractive but compared to the men ...
The men in stag films were always short and very swarthy, with greased backed hair, and pencil thin mustaches, and floppy schlongs, and ...
They always kept their socks on, their black socks on, their black socks with bad elastic that caused them to roll down around their ankles ...

So, I threaded the film and turned on the rickety old projector, and you wouldn't believe just how much noise one of those projectors made.
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK,

Oh yeah, I should probably mention that my old man was home.

Old man: What's that noise?
Me: Oh, me and Wesley from across the street are watching a home movie.
Old Man: Can, I come up and watch?
Me: Ahhhhhhh, errrrrrrrrrrrr, ummmmmmmmmmmm, NO, it's a home movie of Wesley from across the street when he was a baby and he's kind of embarrassed!

So, yeah, Country Joe and the Fish, great album.

Can you see the pained expression in my face?

Sunglasses after dark

I was at Walmart the other day and the guy in front of me was buying a machete, a fucking machete ... at Walmart, who knew the Amazon Basin cut through NE Michigan!

I had a dream last night that a carload of nuns pulled into my driveway and tried to talk me into adopting a couple of parrots.

As the dream continued, I was laying in bed covered in bird seed and what I thought was a parrot, but what turned out to be a giant parakeet, was perched on my chest and eating the bird seed.

Someone is shooting off fireworks a couple of streets over.

My niece is driving up tomorrow, she is bringing her cat Cookie.

My sister and her husband left Florida today. They will be driving their motor home and towing their car, they are also bringing their rottweiler Thor.

Doesn't bother me. I'm just going to slip it into cruise control and go with the flow until my surgery.

Baby ...

Actually, I am in quite a bit of pain.

From the inside looking out

I had to pick up a copy of my last MRI from the hospital in Tawas to take to the hospital down in Saginaw. It was on a CD-ROM, so I popped it in the computer and took a look.

Streamless consciousness

I was going to write a classic stream of consciousness Boznian type post, you know, the kind of post that jumps from here to there then back to here then over to there and then curves sort of off to the side and then BAM!!!
Yeah, I was going to write that kind of post, because really, I haven't written much of anything since I found out that I needed surgery ... you did know I needed surgery, didn't you?
Well, yeah, I was going to write that kind of post, but my head hurts, and this is the really strange thing ... it wasn't till after I found out that I needed surgery, yeah, the surgery I just told you about, it wasn't till after I found out I needed surgery that my neck and lower back started hurting, I mean, real PAIN with a capital ???
I think I figured it out though. I think once my mind realized that I was going to have surgery, and the disk would be taken care of, well, I think my mind realized that it was ok to start hurting, and does that make sense, or am I ...

See, that's why I decided against writing one of those stream of consciousness, and I can't believe I can actually spell consciousness correctly, without using spellcheck, at two in the morning, but yeah, that's why I decided against writing one of those stream of consciousness posts, ummm, yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm totally lost.

Go rent Dr Butcher MD (aka Zombie Holocaust) and Dr Tarrs Torture Dungeon (aka The Mansion of Madness), the two movies I just finished watching, and that may explain my current state of stream of consciousness ennuiness.

And now my head really hurts.

Anterior Cervical Spinal Fusion

This is the surgery I will be having on July 10th, except my doctor is so good he won't need the titanium plate.



Excuse me while I go faint.

Hello Post Office, could you give me the zip code for Oz?

I went to the post office today to get some stamps.
I asked for ten stamps but the clerk gave me a 20 stamp booklet.
I told him again that I only wanted ten.
He gave me a dirty look.
Then he gave me ten Judy Garland stamps ...


And an application for the Friends of Dorothy Society.

Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard

Hey, this is the surgeon who will be operating on me two weeks from today.

Doh!!!

Way too phallic.