This chubby grey pumpkin has been on the deck for eleven months.
It imploded today.
A perfect metaphor for my gallbladder which was whisked out yesterday.
The surgery time was changed three times.
I was moved to first case at 7:30 AM.
My surgeons other patients cancelled.
We were home by 11 AM.
I was intubated for less than one hour but my throat is awfully sore and I cannot talk very well.
Joe is happy about that.
I am taking a big time narcotic pain pill and feeling more than drunk.
Day two post op is always rough.
My brain is grey and fuzzy.
Making the day grey and fuzzy.
I watered the flower garden in my pajamas early this morning and spoke with one of my neighbors.
Thankfully by now they are used to my vagaries.
Joe is a lovely helper in every way.
He is at an estate sale now and is texting me about the goods.
He has difficulty with vintage linens when I am not with him.
He will have no difficulty with rusty tools however.
Fancy, our dear friend, provided us with supper last night.
Thanks again for all your thoughts, prayers, and emails.
Sending a big drunken hug to all of you
May your day be filled with sunshine and no hints of grey