A friend of mine says she keeps checking the blog, not so much for a recovery update, since she gets daily emails, but in the hopes of reading some drug induced ramblings.
I'm going to assume you're here for both...
Surgery successful. Recovery challenging....especially for Susan who has been on call 24/7.
Need ice machine refilled at 2:30 am, call Susan. Need a saltine and a percoset at 3:30 am? Sheets changed, cats fed, litter changed, caps taken off water bottles, help in and out of the shower, clothes changed, sling positioned, orange peeled, who you gonna call?
Those of you who urged me to give it 3 days were so on target and these were the words I held on to thru day 2 when I needed all the drugs I could take but my body wasn't interested in housing them for long. I never knew how delicious saltines could be.
But by day 3 I was sipping vietnamese soup and eating crepes filled with honey and bananas. I even got to wash my hair.
Susan (a bit of a cat scaredey cat) is dealing with the cats by thinking of them as dogs. and they understand she's the new boss around here and treat her accordingly. Lucy has taken to sleeping with her.
In between numerous naps I catch up on Downton Abbey, House of Cards and am still struggling to finish last Thursday's New York Times.
If there's anything new in the world I'll be the last to know.
I have been working on this post since Sunday. I'm gonna give it up, ask Susan to add some caps and send it on it's way.
Soon I hope to come and visit you. If I leave a comment it may end up in spam, my left hand has a mind all it's own, and my brain is under the influence.
I may have to run for mayor of Toronto.
Here's looking at you kid.