Aug
9
Thank you to all for your good wishes. I can report that after a fairly scary morning yesterday and more surgery yesterday afternoon, Stinkerbelle’s beloved GrandadGrandad is resting as comfortably as can be expected, after significant surgery and two weeks in hospital, and two and a half weeks mostly without food.
He’s been a tricky patient, our GrandadGrandad. Just when we think he’s on the mend, something else comes up. We’ve done the surgery! But now you have an obstruction. Yay, blood pressure is up! But you’ve got some serious jaundice there, pal. Okay, you can eat! No, don’t eat anything. You have to get up and walk around! No, you have blood clots and fluid in your lungs so lie down! You’re mending well after surgery. Whoops, your bowel isn’t healing up and there’s a leak somewhere. Okay, time to sit up! Hey! What are you doing sitting up?
He turns a corner one one issue, only to duck down a side alley of complications.
He’s had a hard few weeks. So, when Grandad said “I hope you’re here to take me home” to BDH after yesterday’s adventures… I’m guessing he’s had enough of the hospital experience, thankyouverymuch. I’d say he’s sick of the hospital food but OH YEAH HE HASN’T BEEN EATING FOR 3 WEEKS. (But what he did eat was pretty bad.)
So I did what I think was necessary yesterday: I threatened him. Oh yes I did. ALRIGHT MISTER MAN TIME TO GET WELL. DON’T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE I WILL KICK YOUR BUTT. Tough talk? Yes. But I think it was effective.
(Bah, who am I kidding. All I did was sit here on my butt with assorted kids watching movies and manning the phones. He did all the hard work himself, I can’t lie. Plus he knows I am the Queen of the Idle Threat by now.)
Anyway, we are cautiously optimistic after yesterday’s surgery. Time will tell. And if not, it’s not like I can play the tough talk card again.
OH I KNOW! I will go down there with another bagel with cream cheese and a coffee, and lead him out of there like the Pied Piper.
I’m just crazy enough to do it, too.
