if you’re wondering about the title of this post, it stems from one of my favorite professors in college. dr. gatrell was from northern ireland, oxford educated, and one of the preeminent thomas hardy scholars in the world. and he was teaching intro to british studies at university of georgia. i ended up taking many other classes from him, but nothing can replace the first experience of hearing robert burns poetry read in a scots accent (his mother was scottish, if i’m remembering correctly). the title is from one of burns’ more well known poems, “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785.” Burns writes at the end,
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley…
which is just a scots way of saying, our best laid plans do often go astray. similar to what i had planned for last week, with pictures and posts every day.
so, with what seemed like a brilliant plan, i began editing all the pictures from raleigh. i was going to post all week, getting the pictures knocked out, and even talk about depression and families – and then thursday happened. spencer, my husband, has previously had issues with a stomach ulcer – to the point of hospitalization in may of 2012. we suspected something was going on, and i insisted that he get an appointment with his doctor to get a referral to his GI doc as quickly as possible. we were on our way to athens, where his primary care physician is at, and his symptoms kept worsening. by the time we arrived and stopped for lunch, we knew he needed to go to the hospital. so long story short, we spent the weekend in athens with spencer in the hospital for 2 of those days. it would have been a longer stay, but he woke up in the middle of the endoscopy.
can we pause and talk about what a nightmare that is? you get your meds to put you to sleep, and 5 minutes later you wake up. with a hose down your throat and nurses holding you down while you gag so hard blood sprays out of your nose, and you burst most of the capillaries around your eyes. he passed out after that, and they rescheduled the scope for this week, with full anesthesia. when he was describing what happened, i felt queasy. which is why i felt compelled to share it with you. you’re welcome.
so i have bread photos, and soup recipes, and birthday pictures and 1200 raleigh pictures still to post, and things to talk about with birthdays and depression and homeschooling, and getting back to my c25k training this week. i’m going to do my best, but i’ll learn from the wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous beastie. my best laid schemes may gang aft agley.