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Still Kickin’…

Ewes coming off Snow Mountain in the pasture

Yes, I know it’s been a while since I posted. The past two weeks have been horrendous around here. As many of you know, my Hired-Hand-With-Benefits went into the hospital for surgery for an aneurysm on the artery to his spleen. Unfortunately, the location of this Nasty-ness was such that his spleen had to be removed as well. The past couple of months (we found this out at Thanksgiving) have been trials of various medical tests and the like to make sure he was in good enough shape to handle the surgery.
Somehow the whole ordeal reminded me of the Albino in The Princess Bride telling poor Wesley that he had to be healthy to face torture. I understand it fully, however sordid it seemed. After all, if I were a surgeon I’d want to know that various other body parts could indeed take the strain of a major surgical procedure.
So, last Thursday HHWB went in. And Sunday morning he came home. He was up walking the halls the day after the surgery and from then on I believe he was driving the nurses crazy with his jaunts around the place. Home he went. Now he’s driving me crazy. (He states that driving me crazy is so easy anyway.)
While he’s doing really well, he has also realized that this is no cakewalk. Before the surgery, he had told me he was going to an office luncheon this coming Thursday. Yesterday I overheard him telling a cohort he would not be attending. I laughed, silently.
In the past, when I have had surgeries, this dear HHWB has always felt that if I was able to walk to the kitchen, I was healed and “Good to go!”. It didn’t matter if I was white, grey, red, or purple in the face or body…I was moving. I was OK, then back to work he’d merrily go. Now, I have to admit that my Evil-Self is delighted the shoe is on the other foot. Let him see what it’s like. heeheehee

The evening of the day he had his surgery, I came home late after seeing him settled in a proper room and not on the dreaded “3-North” floor of the hospital (a terrible floor where I had very bad experiences in 2007). I thought I would just have a bowl of cereal for dinner, then shower, watch some TV to relax, then to bed. The first spoonful of cereal I had was sour. Yup. The refrigerator we had bought back in ’88 had finally died…and taken all the perishables with it. Our local repair-guys, whom we’ve used for years, passed sentence on the ole gal – new compressor for about $600+. We decided not to have her fixed but get a new one instead. The poor thing has been sying a s-l-o-w death for the past two years.
So, today, I was going refrigerator shopping. HHWB decided that he wanted to come along. OK. I guess. Maybe the walking would do you good and get you out of the house. Off we went. We checked out Home Depot, Best Buy, and our local Sears, finding a suitable replacement which will be delivered Saturday. They have to get it here from their Phoenix warehouse. All the stores had to get items from Phoenix instead of having a local supply. So, Saturday we’ll be back to some semblance of normal around here – whatever “normal” is. I think I’ve forgotten.
Towards the end of the short shopping trip (we don’t have huge stores or selections to peruse here) I noticed a definite slacking in my companion’s gait. heeheehee He was wearing out. Home we went where he took his pain meds and napped for two hours.

That’ll teach ‘im!… 🙂

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