Mom called the other day with that sound in her voice. That’s never a good sign, usually when someone’s died. She said a lady went into the school last week, the school where Mom works, and said that Carl is sick. Carl’s an old friend of mine. He used to drop by late at night, drink coffee, and watch the races on my satellite. When I’d be at work, he’d let himself in with a key, make himself a pot of coffee and watch the races on my satellite. Ha ha. I always enjoyed listening to his stories about being on a ship, the U.S.S. Cross, in WWII. Anywho, Carl had a hip replaced recently and seemed a bit down. That lady said that he talks about me often and she thinks it’d raise his spirits if I were to give him a call. So, I did.
No infection thank goodness. But he does have several arterial blood clots in his leg. He seemed in good spirits to me, but that’s just Carl, nothing seemed to get him down. He told me that his doctors said he may end up loosing a foot over it and he promptly told them that they might as well take his head off too, he’s not doing without his foot. Then he went to say that he’s been around for over 80 years, if it’s his time, it’s his time. He doesn’t really expect to make it through the surgery and that he’s ready to go.
I sure don’t want anything to happen to him, but then again, nobody wants anything bad to happen to any of their friends. About the only thing I could say after that was “well, if it’s your time and you don’t make it through the surgery, I’ll see you when I get there”. He chuckled and said I’d better, we haven’t had coffee in a while.