All's Well....

Ya know, we were doing really, really good.

I mean, c'mon......they shaved his armpit.

I thought that was appropriate, given that I get to shave mine ALL THE TIME!
(wait til it starts growing back......*snickering*)

Forget that they started putting the IV in the right arm--they changed it....I suggested that might be a bad arm to put it into, given it's the one they were doing surgery on. (bless the surgeon who came in later and put her initials on his right shoulder (tattooing woulda been funner, but I think it's permanent marker so it'll be around for a while........)

We were doing really, really good!
He did tell me they were going to think we were both 'mad' from the laughing we were both doing.

152/97---blood pressure just a TAD high--I'm thinkin' he was a tad anxious.....

And then he got weepy cuz I was getting kicked out so they could do some nerve block thing on his shoulder and take him off for surgery.

I tried to kiss that one away and just got met with more tears.....which made me teary.....

And he reminded me how, when they carted me off for back surgery, he was weepy, wondering if that was going to be the last moment with me......the last time we'd get to be together.
Wondering again, with places being traded this time and him being taken off to surgery--would this be our last moments together--our last chance to physically be in shared space on the planet........and he had to tell me how very much he loved me....without words, without glitz and glamour, without laughs......deep, abiding, whole hearted love......

And his words--"I know how much you love me."

Yesterday was our last day together.

Today will be our last day together.
And, G-d willing, tomorrow will be our last day together.

Don't let me go through the day without letting me treat it that way.

No matter how freaking cranky or needy or whiney he gets walking around in that black slingythingamabob.....
No matter how tired or busy or scattered the circumstances of today become--don't let me treat today any less precious than it is.

Yep......he was up all night with me following him, rearranging slings, putting blankies over him and trying to help him find a comfy spot (thank goodness for lazy-boy recliners.......even if the controls are on the right side and I gotta work 'em for him..). A couple of painkillers at 5a.m.--he's resting and I'm doing coffee and raring for the day!
She's a good surgeon.
The damage wasn't as bad as she was concerned it would be.
I even got to see

He does look cute in those snap down shirts we picked up for the occasion.
And we will figure out how to get him a bit more self sufficient.......eventually....LOL
For today, we're just gonna celebrate that we get to put socks on his widdle feeties........even if it IS over those surgical hose that he's gotta wear for four weeks! LOL

(shoulda got him a garter to put over the hose....LOL.......STILL MIGHT!!)

**My sincere thanks for the prayers and positive thoughts for himself and I.....please don't let the good results of surgery stop those from being said. ;-) We need all the help from the Big Guy that we can get!