Time out

An exciting hour-and-a-half of dental surgery this afternoon, so no kind of strenuous activity for a couple days, at least.
Kinda sucks, because I was excited about trying a fix tonight for my pole vault take-off position that I think I figured out from looking at some photos of myself at a practice a couple weeks ago.
I have a lesson Saturday with a former national champion decathlete who owns a pole vault facility down in Austin, and I'm pretty excited about that. Along with the fix I think I figured out for my left arm position, I think Ben is going to really help me figure out the timing that is going to improve my swing a lot.
When I jump now, and do it fairly correctly, a little ways past horizontal is as high as I get going over the bar. Sometimes, I get my feet and legs up fairly high -- maybe 30 degrees above horizontal? -- but nowhere near going completely upside down, or even close to upside down. If I can get up to 60 degrees, maybe a little more, that would be terrific.
What it is, is a matter of understanding the timing, along with some incredible core strength, which I do not currently have but am working on. I'll get there.
So, no jumping today, and no working out.
I'll probably go to the gym tomorrow and see what happens. The dentist said just to watch for "oozing," and if the river starts to flow, probably need to back off and give it a rest.
A few years ago, I had the tooth at the same site where I had the surgery today extracted, and I wound up in the emergency room with uncontrollable bleeding -- I was spitting small buckets of blood every minute or so into the front flower bed at home -- so I'll be more careful this time.
Interesting story about that hospital visit ... the first thing they did when they finally got me back to an examination room, or whatever the hell it is, was to draw some blood out of my arm. As they filled one and then two of those big vials, I started to black out and see white spots everywhere.
"Did y'all just give me something," I asked, "because I feel like shit."
Before I passed out, they hooked me up with some saline solution or something, and pumped me back up, but that was one of the dumbest things I'd ever heard of -- somebody comes in due to loss of blood, and they can't stop the bleeding, and the first thing you do is start draining more blood?
Anyway, that's about it for now, folks.
I finally got one of my bluebonnet paintings to actually look a little bit like bluebonnets, so I 'm going to work on that tonight. So far, my bluebonnets have always looked like they've been trampled on by a family out taking spring photographs amongst the wildflowers.
These look OK, I think.
More tomorrow ...