Alive and ALMOST Well

I have found that if you don't post more often than twice a month, so much happens that you don't know where to begin. So, I will begin at the end.... Doc is going back to work tomorrow and I am going to resume a somewhat normal schedule on Monday.

I would like to thank everybody who knew it was my birthday last month and sent me birthday wishes. I would also like to thank people who expressed their concern for my husband and his health.

A couple of weeks ago I took him to the hospital emergency room and he had an appendectomy. His appendix was up under his right ribcage and STUCK to his colon. They had to remove 6" of colon. Then Murphy's Law set in.......I won't bore you with hospital details. They are too numerous to mention anyway. I brought him home a week ago and he has been recovering ever since. He never once argued or asked about work.......that was a big clue that he was still really sick. Everyday he has gotten better and if he doesn't return to swimming and exercise too soon and get a hernia, then all will be fine.

While he was in the hospital and ALMOST ready to come home, I got strep throat.  That isn't nearly as sick as Doc was, but it didn't help my stamina or mood.  Oh and I had a birthday thrown in for good measure.

I usually enjoy September but I am so ready for October and the cooler weather to set in. Usually we have trees that have lost their leaves by now, but it has been to hot for that to happen. Only in the last few days has it been comfortable. Last night we even had a rain storm. (right about now, I am boring the hell out of Mrs. L. so I will try to step it up a notch)

After knowing my husband for 37 yrs and nursing him to health several times, we had to find some humor in our lives. We took a look at each other once and just burst into laughter. I took his temperature and told him the thermometer that was located in his mouth had last been placed in the dogs butt. Oh well, surely those germs have worn off by now, right? I told him his surgery scar and infection was starting to look like the liberty bell. Oh and BTW, I am NOT, I repeat NOT responsible for the plastic urinal they gave him at the hospital! I showed him my tonsils and it grossed him out. Isn't he a doctor and supposed to be used to looking at gross things? He told me I had enough "cheese" on them to fix a pizza. (ewwwwwww!) He bent over to pick up his urinal and I told him he was offically on crack!  (plumbers' crack) After awhile even the dog couldn't stand us. haaa

One of the first things they want to happen after a surgery is to get your "parts" to work again. One of the signs they are working is to be able to fart and belch. At first my husband had a 90 yr old roommate named Henry. Why is it that men delight in the ability to fart?  Once my husband accomplished this, a voice on the other side of the curtain (Henry, the Wizzard) yelled, "Doc, I think they fixed it!"  Once the contests began I left. They are hoping for an olympic catagory. 

So here I am, Sunday afternoon, husband at church, dog all settled, typing away and I remember an email sent to me by a friend. I have sent it to a couple of people. It shows the latest in foot/shoe fashions and they are awful. It got me to thinking about the shoe industry and how they have tortured us over the years with the silly styles that promote. I ask Jeeves for information on Chinese foot binding. That will be my next post and let me tell you, it is shocking. So far, I haven't been able to blame my husband OR george bush for the Chinese foot binding, but I thought about it, for one brief second, well maybe two seconds.................................