Maybe I should call Buzz

I always tell Kathy that I just want to be a normal kid. Whenever I’ve had surgery or gotten put into the hospital for one reason or another, I am anxious to get on with my life and put the physical problems behind me. Over the past few years, it seems that things go smoothly for six months at a crack and then I have another setback. Such is the case now.

After days of pain and hours of tests over the past week, I have been scheduled for surgery on May 11. There is some sort of blockage in my right kidney. They don’t know exactly what it is, so they will go with lasers blasting to take care of whatever they find. Suffice to say, my symptoms are not exactly table talk, so I won’t detail them here.

Working for the state of Ohio has its advantages. I once accumulated over 1100 hours of sick time. I tend to show up for work every day. Wouldn’t you know it? I needed almost all of those 1100 hours when I was out for six months with two open heart surgeries. I’m a little nervous now as there is only about 100 hours showing up in my account. There are about 250 vacation hours stored up, so I could use that if need be.

Max came over tonight. We spent a fun hour or so in his new Buzz Lightyear tent. Kathy found one on sale at the Disney store. Max immediately decided that I was Buzz and he was Woody. He is so serious about our roles. He would pretend to “fall” out of the spaceship tent and I (as Buzz) would have to rescue him from the space aliens. He brought his favorite toys into the tent and we had a riot in there. He makes all my problems disappear with one of his hugs, or a “Don’t worry, Da!”.

I’d appreciate your prayers for May 11.