The hospital stay is sort of one big fog,
but I have the entire ordeal recorded in a journal
somewhere
locked in the guard house
(storage locker)
but
because I would like to wind this vacation story up before it becomes
a mini series
I'm going to skip that part for now
after all
I need to bring you up to date
OK, here is the time line up until this point
the vacation was in August,
the Boston trip was in the fall
and now we are almost to Thanksgiving
( a little background is needed here)
I met a wonderful couple years before my surgery,
at Chucky Cheese when I was pregnant with JR
the wife and I were wearing the same maternity outfit
from
pea in the pod
so naturally
we began chatting
discovered we had quite a bit in common
not only were we both pregnant
we lived on the same street only a few blocks away
we both had daughters around the same age
and our husbands seemed to get along
happily,
we possessed all the ingredients needed in those days to form a lasting lifelong friendship
that's another story
not only did we become great friends
our little babies share the same b day
I was late and she was early
my friend had a girl and I had a boy
we both ended up having 3 daughters and one son
another story
anyway
This dear couple offered me the use of their coach house
now you are probably wondering why
I desperately needed the use of their coach house
just know
how thankful I was to them
their generosity was overwhelming
Not only did I look scary
wearing a Herman Munster type contraption
on my head and neck
I was not allowed to move my head
I was planning on being heavily medicated to get through the ordeal
unfortunately mine was not a soap opera
kind of recovery
with dear devoted friends and family
plumping pillows
bringing me candy and puzzles
as I sat up in bed wrapped in my best sheets and comforters,
with plenty of fresh flowers at my bedside table along with a pitcher of ice water
a pretty basket full of well wishes supplied for my viewing pleasure at the ready
a good book and a couple of magazines in my lap
people, star and the enquirer
wearing cute matching PJ's
robe neatly folded and perched at the corner of my bed and matching slippers waiting patiently for me
to decide when it was time to take a little stroll to the potty
the only big decision to be made would be what would I like to have prepared for me
from my overstocked fridge filled to the brim with cooked meals for my family and I
thoughtfully dropped off by all the legions of wonderful neighbors and friends in the hood..
should I have the delicious turkey sandwich with the strawberry shortcake
or
the ham and cheese with frozen sorbet
although another very good friend bought me a bunch of PJs
another story with gratitude
how sweet of her
anyway
this was a jail sentence
and
I had to put in my time
take medicine at certain intervals
and if I missed the pain meds
boy did I regret it
there is nothing worse than getting behind in the pain meds
I learned the hard way
you have to anticipate the pain and prepare
not wait till it rings your bell
Unfortunately
I had experience with being sick
in a household filled with kids and commotion
although you are up in your room in bed
you can hear every single thing that is going on
and you feel totally helpless
and at other peoples mercy
its a humbling experience
you hear the kids fighting
you know someone getting away with murder
misinformation is flying about
its just not restful
people searching for things
you are the only one in the know
more often than not
they have to go ask mommy
no other choice
everyone needs mommy's help
even though dad and grandma
and aunts and uncles are on hand
and willingly at their service
yet, those are the exact times when everyone needs mommy
therefore
TO BE OFFERED A PLACE TO HIDE OUT
to mend,
AWAY FROM EVERYONE,
EXCEPT FOR MY MOM AND DAD
AND an OCCASIONAL VISIT FROM MY devoted HUSBAND,
and a few close friends
WAS LIKE A GOD SEND
they gave me
A PLACE WHERE I COULD
GO
AND
DO
JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED
My hostess and her husband treated me like I was at a 5 star hotel
I couldn't believe my luck and their thoughtfulness.
They had anticipated my every need
my MOM moved in to take care of me
AND MY DAD WAS ALWAYS AROUND.
SO SHE COULD TAKE CARE OF HIM TOO
A LITTLE INSIDE JOKE
ANOTHER STORY
The days and nights sort of melted together.
I remember ONE NIGHT
POOR JOE
brought us a thanksgiving dinner
that his mom had prepared
and
another day Nicole,
my freshman in high school,
insisted on comming for a visit.
Later she EXPRESSED
how
JUST seeing me
was extremely traumatic for her.
Poor thing, thank God I never looked in the mirror,
I would have frightened myself I'm sure.
So
It was a good decision to stay away from the other kids for awhile.
and the rest is another story
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