My dad had surgery the other day and, to quote what he said yesterday, "My surgical team is VERY PLEASED with themselves." Everyone around us saying how great everything went, how great he's doing. It's a humongous relief but now it's just on to the next day, the recovery, the surgery of my other parent coming up, and a bunch of unknowns. But yes, I'm very positive, because dad has a new lease on life. I could share some of the things that he said to me and my mom when we first saw him in the ICU but I will keep those funny, poignant moments private.
There are those weird moments sitting in an ICU unit, surrounded by all these machines and voices around curtains and hearing everyone saying to all the patients "You did great. You just did great." which I found myself saying to my dad too, and then there are these residents who say things like "We want to discharge him to a regular room now" and then the lioness comes out NO YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING UNTIL HE IS READY so anyway they kept him for another night in the super luxury suite.
And that was one babbling run-on.
I'm a little tired but even more I am tired of other people telling me how tired I look. I came downstairs at my mom's house this morning and she took one look at me and said, "Ugh!" What? "If your father sees you looking like that he'll be upset. At least put a cold compress on your eyes!" I'm like, give me a break, I need some caffeine and my special Icelandic eye cream.
But she's not the only one. Even the visiting pastor said something to me in the hallway. "You'd better get some rest, you look like you need it," said Pastor Jack. Well EFF YOU PASTOR JACK, I thought. I'm sleeping enough hours, I'm just getting drained by the whole experience. I don't need some young man of the cloth telling me that my de-puffing eye cream isn't doing its freakin job.
OK I found some teabags I'm chilling and will put on my eyes now. Go ahead and make a teabag joke ...GO!
I'm glad your dad is doing well. Please cleanse and moisturize his face. My skin looks like shit after just three days in the hospital.
Posted by: Peeved Michelle | 04 December 2010 at 11:35 PM
Sooooo glad to hear all went well with parental surgery #1. Really. I've been thinking about you and your fam.
If you want a beauty day/ night, I'm your girl. We could meet for manis/ pedis. Or you could come here for a facial and mimosas. And Christmas cookies (got a freezer full of them and only so many teachers/ bus drivers to give them to!).
Or, we could just meet for some coffee this week? E-mail me....
Posted by: lg | 05 December 2010 at 03:24 PM