Football Handed Me in Postcards 4

Steam engine on its side. Alaska.

(I apologize for the lack of capitols. One handed typing is not my forte. This is written so I will remember, and I apologize if my surgery synoppsis bothers anyone.)

We were there on time. The prep lasted 2 hours. G stayed for a while but was hungry and wanted coffee. I was cranky without mine - come to think of it. He left and they walked me in…a first. The anesthesiologist was a little younger than me and carefully discussed my anesthesia problems with me. Same stuff as last time was ok with me.

I woke to Jell-O and chocolate pudding which stayed down nicely. 2 hrs in the recovery room. Home with G to climb my stairs which didn’t work well at all. I was reduced to groaning nausea which gratefully went away before lunch and a nap and dinner and toss and turn all night with lots of tylanol to aleve my soul.

A coughing G brought me breakfast Enough was enough after the days of ear ache, vomiting, and now upper respiratory something. I made him go to the doc’s who didn’t know what he had either.

Nap, type this, and read. What more could a well bandaged old lady want. Tonight we will watch the prerecorded finale of Project Runway.

• Himself: Got pills and instructions from the doc. At work almost all day. Feeling better this afternoon.
• Herself: Pretty good if I don’t move my football of a bandage.
• Reading: Peter Tremayne's Sister Fidelma historical mysteries. I’m enjoying this one, and the OR nurse was delighted to finf a new-to-her volume.
• Balance: Pretty darned good now that himself is better.