It’s Good
Last week at this time I was two sheets to the wind in the ICU, so knocked out by drugs that I would look at my hospital red wrist band to remind myself who I was. A whirlwind of medical gowns in various colors.
Today after a nap I still feel like I have been knocked out but when the eyelids flutter, I know I am in my beloved home. The one puttering round and about me is my ole cowboy. Sweet.
There was activity in the kitchen today. All that was required of me was to be sitting in the dining room chair if advice was needed. There was a chocolate cake in the making. Using what is on was the mission. We now have a chocolate cake with Lemon frosting. Hmm.
Chicken salad was to be noon lunch. We both never get weary of chopped onions. I can’t do it and Dennis can’t do it well. Dennis cleaned and chunked the onion and put it in the blender with some water. After he drained and dried the onion, we had noon lunch . . . with a whole lot of onion in a container for another day.
Today I feel naked. No longer does my incision need to be bound and covered, thus says the surgical nurse that called us this morning. Air drying is the rule going forward. The next highly suggested surgical step is putting on a bra. Oh my gosh. My sweet ole cowboy is just an innocent, but he is on board helping this evening. Life is full of highly educated advice, who are we to argue.