Husband sent me a link this morning. (He's upstairs in his little cwtch, I'm downstairs in the less cwtchy study.) He'd been playing a computer game and a strange fellow had popped up. Named Maimonides he was a rabbi, philosopher, and scholar in the twelfth century.
"The title of a book he wrote made me think of you," Husband said.
I looked up the link, scrolled down the page, finally came across a list of his writings, and found the one to which Husband was referring: The Guide for the Perplexed. It's thought the title comes from an Arabic phrase meaning 'guide of the perplexed' which was used as a name for God. I rather like it. They don't come much more perplexed than me.
He also wrote treatises on asthma, co-habitation, and hemorrhoids. And as for astrology, he "ridicules the concept that the fate of a man could be dependent upon the constellations; he argues that such a theory would rob life of purpose, and would make man a slave of destiny." A versatile scholar.
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Got myself all geared up and ready to go to exercise class this morning only to get there and find all the doors locked. "Did they say last week it wouldn't be on? Have I forgotten? Did I miss something?"
No, to all the above. It was a last minute hitch that was advertised on whatsapp and being new I wasn't yet on the group.
Then we had writing group this afternoon. As we're becoming more relaxed with each other there's lots of honesty, laughter, and a few tears.
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A few nights ago Husband had pains in his chest, sharp intermittent pains throughout the night. He decided it was probably the pizza he ate for dinner, plus the crisps and assorted snacks to accompany the rugby.
Last night he slept badly. No pains but a brain that wouldn't switch off. Trying to work out what day would be best to go to A&E. Nobody wants to go to A&E because there are fourteen-hour waits, and other people there are likely to be ill and possibly infectious, but when it seems like the only way to get your operation done is to be an emergency case then the idea is bound to occur.
Still no communication from the consultant's secretary since last Friday's, "I'll speak to the doctor," in spite of a phone call (unanswered) and another email (no reply) today.
2 comments:
Being compared to Maimonides isn't too shabby. The chest pains are alarming. I wonder if trying a and e to see if surgery happens is a good thought at this time, maybe push things along?
I would hope that if your husband went to A&E that he would be (as a heart patient awaiting surgery, with actual heart pains) put at the top of the triage list and would get in very soon, if not absolutely right away. But perhaps I'm being naive.
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