I’m not making this stuff up!

I figured if I didn’t have pictures, you wouldn’t believe me….  A few months back, in the midst of 101 other things going on (Piano Man was in the hospital for a month, Mr. Tot had travelled abroad for 10 days, Big Fat Cat was having his final Lymphoma struggles, we had various other trips to plan and deal with, our mortgage company made our refinance process as painful and stressful as monstrously possible (forget the humanly possible!!), our car insurance was cancelled on us due to a glitch which could not be corrected – thanks Erie!!! and of course the Tot got sooo sick that we cancelled a trip to Italy and just about had mental and emotional breakdowns – did I forget anything?  probably) Mr. Tot had to have shoulder surgery. 

 

He was just trying to get balanced out, since he had the same surgery on his other shoulder 2 years ago.  Having been through it once before, it was old-hat, piece-of-cake, veteran-cuttee stuff, except for the fact that Mr. Tot hates surgery.  When you come down to it — does anyone like it?  Okay, a few crazies maybe, and he is crazy, but not THAT way!!   Despite Mr. Tot’s admiration and respect for his surgeon, he didn’t trust him to work on the correct shoulder, so he asked me to mark his shoulder, the wrong one with something that would prevent a mistake.  What to write???  The choices, the choices.   I kept it fairly boring – didn’t want the staff to laugh so hard that they forgot what they were doing…

 

Mr. Tot also remembered that the recovery room was cold, so he brought his slippers, yes his Big-Dog-eating-his-feet slippers.  Oh and did I mention that he babbled on and on about the midgets everywhere while he was doped up?  It was pretty entertaining, though mostly to himself.  Fortunately he recovered very quickly this time around, due in part to a handy dandy ice-pump gadget that our wonderful neighbors loaned us, and in part to his working out at the gym and finally, I suspect anyway, due to the complete lack of Florence Nightingale skills and overload his wife was dealing with.  He pretty much took care of his own recovery after the first few days.  Hey, I can only take so much!!!  Anyways, here’s the evidence!  Unfortunately I did not manage to get any pictures of the midgets.  But they were there.  Apparently.

IMG_0210   IMG_0211    IMG_0213  DSCN6009 

And notice the recovery station, armed with all the essentials – chaise lounge chair with TV/Tivo remote control, ice-pump gadget, meds, electric blanket, pillows, laptop and our one-eyed therapy cat who was himself in recovery, but unfortunately he didn’t recover so well.  Rest in peace, BFC (BigFatCat), Rest in peace.  We miss you.  Thanks for all your services.

Therapyx3

And here’s documentation of the recovery process from the first time around….  It required multiple levels of therapy.  You might have to enlarge the photo to see just how many therapy critters there are on that chair.  (3!) Note – same chair, different house.  Oh and remind me to tell you about how lost Mr.No-directions-needed-Tot got us while he was loopy on pain meds.  I’m surprised we’re home already!

Advertisements

0 Responses to “I’m not making this stuff up!”



  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




Number of Curious People

  • 5,709 hits
wordpress visitors

%d bloggers like this: