March 20th, 21st & 22nd 2015
On Friday Dear Husband underwent a scheduled double-hernia repair. Compared to cancer surgeries and strained life conditions of the past, this seemed like such small potatoes that collectively we barely flinched. Of course one cannot be or have a loved one undergo The Knife under general anesthesia without humbling oneself to existential thoughts and prayers, no matter how secular.
After a wee bobble and do-over amid discharge (to the tune of 83/49 BP!), he was safely installed at home to receive well wishes from friends and family through the fount of virtual offerings.
Present ones included.
Keeping him under VERY CLOSE supervision,
Attending to his EVERY NEED,
He was in pretty good hands (and paws).
It even SNOWED some more (his favorite), in spite of officially turning Spring outside.
Even the bunnies kept vigil.
After rounds of meds and sleep and finally some food, a little Art Therapy;
Which I repeat here only because I cannot get enough of those two.
And not to put to fine a point on it, but the “I ♥ To Fart” mug was never more germane. When your abdomen has been sliced into, any relief in pressure is, well RELIEF. But(t)… meanwhile, pretty flowers!
Love and hugs from Boy;
Then after homework and chores, he’s OFF;
Leaving Daddy time to… well yes, it’s my blog so I’ll go there… POOP.
Which, if you know Paul, means he’s Ready to Eat again. So ClaraJane, apparently matching his dress code for the whole weekend, whips up a little something for Daddy in the kitchen;
So with the children’s help;
I do my best to manage the ADL‘s of the homestead;
When not at my gigs that is… of which there were three. So it was of great welcome relief when my *sister* showed up with her family in my stead, bringing her two kids for MY two kids to play with, permitting my DH to SLEEEEEP. (Even brushing Wild Thing’s *hair.* What a true God-Mother.) Also my Mom, taking over just as kids needed stories read before slopping off to the Land of Nod. For example;
And after two days the patient can finally -not insignificantly- *shower,* revealing the workings of his new battle wounds;
As if to answer this constellation, as he floats back in and around a sometimes sharp, gooey medicated haze, the skies smile down upon us all;
Happy Healing to All, and to all a Goodnight, with blessings for another New Day tomorrow.
PS: Thanks for stepping in Mom and Amanda!
PPS: I love you, ManMeat. Keep up the great work.