Home again

I can breathe again. Da's surgery went well, the aneurysm has been repaired. And we are back home. Whew!

Da was in the operating room for seven hours, not the 4-6 that we were expecting. Da doesn't do things by half, oh no. Extravagant, excessive, over-the-top, more and better than anyone else, yes, that's him. I betcha didn't know that about him. He didn't break just one eye, it had to be both of them. He didn't have just three cardiac bypass grafts, he had to have six. He didn't marry someone just ten years younger, try twenty-two years.

And he also didn't stay in the hospital the expected 5-10 days. No, he came home after four. He was doing so much better than expected, the surgeon saw no point to him staying any longer. He can rest and recuperate better at home where it is calmer and quieter than a busy hospital. Besides, he knows where things are at home and people don't move things around here and make incessant and alarming noises. Okay, things get moved, but I do (usually) tell him about it and he can shush me if needs be.

Here is a big thank-you for all the cards and flowers and visits and especially the prayers sent up on his behalf. That is why he did so well, I'm sure of it. HE truly is a GREAT physician.

So here we are, trying to get back to our normal routine. He has to live downstairs until his re-check, but meanwhile... who is going to get the mail and take the garbage out?

Isn't it funny how one never realizes just how much someone does until he doesn't do it anymore?

Everybody, go appreciate that one.