March 20th, 21st & 22nd  2015

Post-Op Boy – Variation 1

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.

Blink of an Eye

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.

Variation 2

Present ones included.

Variation 3

Keeping him under VERY CLOSE supervision,

Nurse Cat

Attending to his EVERY NEED,

Grape Girl

He was in pretty good hands (and paws).

Intensive Care Unit

It even SNOWED some more (his favorite), in spite of officially turning Spring outside.

Peace on Earth

Even the bunnies kept vigil.

Nervous Nellies

After rounds of meds and sleep and finally some food, a little Art Therapy;

Art School with ClaraJane

Which I repeat here only because I cannot get enough of those two.

Twins

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!

Ta Da!

Love and hugs from Boy;

Hug Therapy

Then after homework and chores, he’s OFF;

See ya!

Leaving Daddy time to… well yes, it’s my blog so I’ll go there… POOP.

Victory Be Yours Forever

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;

Wild Thing Cooking

So with the children’s help;

Mama’s Executive Helper

I do my best to manage the ADL‘s of the homestead;

Saturday’s Agenda

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;

[2014-12-16]

And after two days the patient can finally -not insignificantly- *shower,* revealing the workings of his new battle wounds;

All Better Soon Belly

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;

From my cell phone

Literally;

From a professional (then unscrupulously tweaked to my personal taste, per usual)

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.

Heal!