Yesterday, at cardiac rehab, I saw this sign on one of the exercise machines:
Here are my out-of-order thoughts about “Out of Order”:
- In the past, out-of-order machines have made me feel uneasy and unsafe, because I’ve been relying on cardiac pacemakers to keep me alive since I was 10 years old.
- My current pacemaker is being recalled by its manufacturer, which has placed my plans to return to work next week after my September 21 open heart surgery out of order.
- My Boston cardiologists have ordered an operation next week to replace my current pacemaker, because other out-of-order pacemakers like it have already killed two people.
- I am trying to get my thoughts and feelings in order about all this by writing in this blog, talking to friends, and consulting with experts.
- I shall now show you all my other photos from yesterday, out of order:
Would I be out of order if I chose this Duncan Sheik song out of all the tunes titled “Out of Order”?
I am not ordering you to leave a comment about this “Out of Order” post, but if you do, that would probably help me put my thoughts and feelings more in order.
Usually I end every blog post with gratitude for all who helped me in the creative process and for all my readers — of course! — but, instead, here’s another out of order photo (thanks to Mary Ann, a friend from high school):
