Time for Bed

The surgery center (what ever happened to hospitals for surgery?) sent Kevin home with an ice chest thing.  It looks like his lunch box cooler, but it has a pump in it, with a hose that sends ice water up to a patch thing on his shoulder, circulates the ice water around the surgery site, then back (I guess) into the cooler.

This makes his changing of positions an adventure, and as I'm hooking it back up, he calls it his still, and says that he'll have gin in about an hour.  His spirits are really quite good today, but he's still numb from the nerve block.

It got close to 70 today, so I took him out and let him sit on the front porch.  Our buddy Jimmy, from down the road, stopped by on his Harley to visit.  May not sound like much, but Jimmy is going through some rough stuff himself.  It's cool to see him out enjoying life, patch over one eye or not!

Anyway, so I thought I'd leave the extension cord out there, in case he wants to sit out there again tomorrow.  Then, I checked the weather.  Freezing rain in the morning, turning to snow, with 1" total.  Tomorrow night?  2-4".  Bleh.  So much for 70, huh?  I brought the extension cord back in.  *sigh*

I have to get up around 2:00 am, and wake him up.  Wake him up for pain meds.  WHAT?  I would rather let him sleep, but I guess that could result in him waking up in pain, so I'll wake him up, against my better judgement, and give him his meds. 

Tomorrow, I'll go back to work.  K's Mom is here to watch over him, and make sure that there's ice in the "still" and make sure he's set with whatever he wants or needs.  She's the queen of that...taking care of her kids.  Mamma syndrome through and through.  I feel comfortable leaving, with him in her hands.

Still, I worry.  I have his sponge bath set up for tomorrow.  He took one tonight just to trouble shoot and see if I've forgotten anything that he needs.  The only tough part was his arm being numb from the nerve block.  Tomorrow it won't be.  Tomorrow, he needs prayers.

I haven't been really vocal about this before today.  Not recently, anyway.  I was nervous and scared and all of that nonsense.  I blame my grandma and my mom for the worry.  Gotta blame someone, right?  Anyway, I should have asked for prayers before he went in.  Anyone who cares about him should have done that.  I didn't.

Let me make up for it by saying, "send good thoughts, prayers, and wishes our way.  Light a candle.  Dance a dance."  Whatever you do, please do it for him.  Mostly for his spirits.  He's going to need something to smile about for a while.  I can only get so much mileage out of laughing at the dog's farts.

What?

It WAS the dog!  I SWEAR!