Lady Kona, Nubian Imp & Tormentrix

And then there were NONE

And then there were none.

YAY!

So much love and appreciation goes out to my core care team team. Feeling the love and feeling blessed. SP, EM, AN and KC… I have no words that are adequate. TO my Sista I could not be more grateful for a safe harbour. I looked up at K—— this morning form the bathroom throne and said: what do you give to an angel? How does one say thanks?

I’m up and around and full of vigor. To those who dropped by the hospital or by the house thanks for the sanity visits. I was trying to remember Thursday…. but I can’t. Oops. Maybe someone will tell me the stories? I’m on fewer drugs now. I remember more. LOL!

From the jump my surgeon, her resident and the nurses in the hospital have been impressed with my recovery. The incision looks good, my energy and humour has been good and I’ve been in and out of bed and up and strolling around as much as I can force myself. On Saturday before my surgery I was 178lbs. On Thursday I was down to 166lbs. Given that I hadn’t eaten for a few days, that’s still amazing! I’m pretty convinced that I am now going to be at the healthiest I’ve been in ten years or more. YEAH!

On a side note, one of my preoccupations has seen movement. After a looong night of whistles the train has left the building! OK… that’s not entirely true but it counts and the journey is being followed with much laughter. That bran recipe of EM’s rocks. So do mashed potatoes. The only thing that might make fuelling this train more pleasant would be some vodka in my prune juice. Yes… it’s come to that. Which is better than the thought from yesterday which involved raffling my ass off; highest bidder administers the hose with proceeds going to charity… or AC’s suggestion of a plunger… Oh my aching belly of laughter!

KC and I now have a system. We use a yellow face cloth for my tears when the pain from laughing is too great. She presses down on the folded pad over my belly (“press mutha fucka, PRESS”) to support my incision, I wipe tears from my eyes with one hand and thump her on the head with the other. It’s fucked and it works. Laughter is good medicine.

I wanna play some board games. Anyone want to play with me? KC just cusses me out when I bring up the subject. She may be a great 4 am nurse (wish shed wear the outfit) but she’s lousy when it comes to indulging me. I couldn’t be more blessed to have her on my side. Don’t know who else could do the particular things she’s doing for me. I can sleep with both eyes closed.

Off for my morning constitutional and a new heap of loving abuse from my nurse. Hope to hear from/see you all around. Do come visit! And if KC ain’t around to hold my guts together while we laugh, I’ll train you on how to do it for me.