I Really Dig My Sister, Bratfink....

My sister, Bratfink, is a nut.  No, not the kind they lock up but she views the world and people differently than most of us.  She makes me laugh and sometimes she makes me cry.  But it seems like on days I NEED a good laugh, she always seems to be able to tickle my funny bone.  I love her for that quality.

Today was the first day I felt halfway human since my surgery.  It was supposed to be just an arteriogram but ended up taking over 3-1/2 hours and (according to the nurses) much swearing from my normally good humored doctor.  He actually fought to keep from doing another bypass on that leg.  I'm grateful for that....NOW!  But I sure wasn't for the first two days at home.   I felt like shit that had been flung at the wall several times and scraped off a time or two and reflung.  Know what I mean?  My back hurt, my head hurt, my leg pained me and I hated taking the pain pills but did, finally, give in.  That turned out to be the only way I could sleep.

Then, when I went to the Wound Center today (Friday), I could have strangled him!  He was cleaning up the wound under my big toe and he HURT me!  He laughed!  He almost giggled because he said I was having pain where I hadn't had it in quite some time.  Oh, I'm thrilled!  NOT!  But what was weird was that after the wound was packed with the stuff he's been using that is supposed to encourage tissue growth, it actually felt great!  Strange feeling because I had been feeling some pain in it but not relief.  Today, I felt relief.  No pain.  Very strange.  I told him as I was leaving that I had decided to keep him even if he DID laugh at my pain because it now felt good.  He laughed again and said all his hard work seems to have paid off.   Then he told me he wanted me to start drinking Glucerna twice a day to increase my protein intake.  He wanted me to eat, too, not use it as a replacement for a meal or two.  I asked him if he was trying to fatten me up for the big kill somewhere down the line.  He claims Glucerna is not that high in calories and, with less pain in that foot now, I should be able to be more active and burn off any excess calories.

In truth, I would love for my slacks to fit me better than they do.  I have to wear a belt with them because they are a size too big for me.  I actually bought them that way last summer but not on purpose.  I had downsized when I bought them but I overestimated what my correct new size was.  Oh well.  The Polish had to come out somewhere, I guess.  We always feel fatter than we are even when we know we've lost a good 20+ lbs.

It was wonderful here today.  I enjoyed my ride into the doctor's office even if it was only 60 degrees at 9am.  By noon, it was 73!  Amazing this thing called weather can be.  We had the house opened up and the Beast finally got busy and fixed two drawers of ours that needed some repair.  I can now get at my rolling pin without having to fight with that drawer.  I'm glad he got it done before summer hits us.  It would have gone undone because it would have been much too sweaty a job due to the contortions he had to make.  Don't ask!  Just celebrate with me that they are fixed and I was able to be up and around and feeling more than halfway human again.  I even made dinner.  Nothing fancy....hamburgers and some coleslaw for the Beast and me but I also had some pineapple (it's good for digestion).

My doctor wants me to talk to the head of nursing about a problem I had with one of the nurses.  If you say you are feeling nauseous and ask for something because you feel like you are going to vomit, what do you expect?  A vomit pan, right?  Not this nurse.  She was so clueless.  All she could think of was to get a shot for the nausea.  If the Beast hadn't been there, there would have been a mess to clean up.  He grabbed the cover from my meal and turned it over for me.  He had to go and rinse it out twice before the nurse showed up with her *shot* for me.  I was so pissed!  That was the first time since I had my tonsils out as a kid that I ever threw up in the hospital.  The doctor said it was probably due to the anesthesia not being out of my body.  I think it was the hospital meatloaf, personally.  That'll teach me, won't it?

Tomorrow more nice weather and on Sunday, too.  I'm really looking forward to it.  Dennis and Diane dropped by to see how I was feeling and it was a nice half hour or so of chat, mostly about their trials with building the new house.  They didn't overstay because they had dinner plans with their other RV-ing friends that were in town.  It was their last night here locally before they headed down to their basecamp (sorta, kinda) in northern Florida.  

Well, I feel good and with that I say....good night/good morning (whenever you read this) and I love you all.  Have a fantastic weekend.  Most of the states are going to have pleasant weather I see on the weather channel..  Stay safe and be careful.  ****Hugs****