Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sick Room News

I don't know why I'm so tired, all I've done for the last two days is hang around R Man's hospital and revel in how well he's doing. They split his chest open Monday afternoon and the next day at lunch he was sitting up and eating. Pretty much all the extraneous equipment that protruded form such odd places on him has been removed. The rather attractive physical therapist has coaxed him into two walks around the hall, with the promise of more to come. I plan on suggesting the entire effort might go better if the therapist dressed in one those slutty little t-strap thongs like the Cirque du Soleil bitches.

R Man remains in high spirits, even though I suspect his chest hurts considerably. I think he's just so glad to have the operation behind him, that he's looking ahead to the recovery, which they all tell us is long and arduous, with equanimity and to the promise of possibly coming home as early as Saturday with anticipation. I'm only now starting to look around and admit how frightened and unsettled I've been since this started on Friday afternoon. It's only six days, but it all seems so long ago.

I need to make special mention of our saintly friend Tim who has stuck with us through this entire time with love and good humor, hanging out in the hospital with us and keeping our spirits up even while he had challenges of his own to meet. Friends like him are a rare treasure and we love him.

I also wanted to thank everyone who took the time to write in with your support and affection. When R Man's condition erupted on Friday afternoon, I wasn't sure I would include it here in the blog, it seemed sort of inappropriate with the houseboys and in-depth discussions of 1980s sex clubs. I'm glad I did; coming home from the hospital and seeing what everyone had to say in the comments has been a rare bright spot in a stretch of dim days. So big wet ones to new friends like Elizabeth and gonzo and kirin; to old pals and troublemakers like Wesley, Jason, TOA, sickoricko, ayem8y, danny, tigeryogi and especially thombeau and our dear oldest friend Ronda. Not that she's old... oh, never mind.

Big thanks to you all; it's been more important than you know. It amazes me to have friends I've never met who helped so much through a tough time. Luv ya, mean it.

7 comments:

  1. houseboys, surgery. its all fair game. glad all is good

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  2. It truly is amazing how quickly some things in our lives can happen. While maybe not as quickly, someday the recovery will also be a memory. Glad to hear that it's gone so well!

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  3. Back at ya, Hon!

    Continued good thoughts and prayers being sent your way!

    ((HUGS)) :)

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  4. hugs and continued best wishes to you both.

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  5. Houseboys and surgery belong together.

    You should be given one (houseboys that is) afterward...paid by insurance, but never let one do it to you
    (surgery, that is)

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