Sunday before this last one, after a wonderful weekend I had to call 911. Over an hour of trying to persuade Bill to allow my call, we'd soon realize it was the best choice. Not only was it the best choice, but finding out he broke his femur with one big snap wasn't what either of us expected. I truly thought his knee was out of socket. We found out he had a small cyst in the bone. Same leg that his hip replacement was done back in the 80's.
The doc said the break was due to happen any time. We thank God we were home.
Friday night I made a halibut dinner with a new butter and reduced lemon sauce recipe. Steamed spinach with shallots. Rice and amazing garlic bread. Sipping a nice glass of wine closing out the week.
We did a ditto copy on Saturday night. We literally found so much peace all weekend. Sunday was a beautiful day and so we'd head over by boat to see his dad.
By Sunday evening we'd both stare at each other making the same comment "what a nice beautiful peaceful weekend that was". The word PEACE is a word we use quite a bit in our home.
The busier my life gets, the more I appreciate the quiet peaceful simple moments.
The busier my life gets, the more I appreciate the quiet peaceful simple moments.
2 hours later I'd watch them load him....The funny part was hearing the sirens coming down PCH. It was instant laughter. Even through all the pain. We truly thought he dislocated his knee.
Our best friends Russ and Jodee would soon get a call from us. Please come down. And down they did. Jodee documenting these pictures. As Russ did his magic trying to get him moved enough with a small piece of wood to support his leg.
NOTE: As Bill and I sat waiting for Russ and Jodee, a seal whom we call "Otis", made his way under our little bridge-way, right up to the back of the boat, came up, took a breath of air, checked us out, flipped his flipper up, and back down he went. I was convinced he was checkin' on us. So so sweet.
NOTE: As Bill and I sat waiting for Russ and Jodee, a seal whom we call "Otis", made his way under our little bridge-way, right up to the back of the boat, came up, took a breath of air, checked us out, flipped his flipper up, and back down he went. I was convinced he was checkin' on us. So so sweet.
Soon I was in the house scrambling to pack a hospital bag. Something I regretfully know all too well. Looking in that bag the next day kind of chuckling to myself. Big blanket. Soft socks. Cozy shirts, and cozy shorts. Chapstick. What I didn't know is that he'd be admitted for surgery the next morning. And that path back and forth all week would soon school me another lesson. Live life for today. Don't ever take anything for granted. I can't say this hospital stay we made friends but that's a story for a whole nother' time. Just remember you MUST advocate and watch it all. Human error in all aspects of life is inevitable. When it comes to my family, as long as I live I'll keep every check mark checked.
They'd soon all know who Lisa was. LOL
They'd soon all know who Lisa was. LOL
Thursday night as we tucked in from the hospital, I noticed I had barked at him more times than I'd like to admit.
He wanted the remote there. The water cup here. An extra pillow there. The ice bucket machine there. The wash cloth here. The urinal there. AND. AND. AND. AND.
The thing about me, is I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL LAID OUT AND HANDLED...LOL- MY WAY DAMN-IT!
The thing about me, is I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL LAID OUT AND HANDLED...LOL- MY WAY DAMN-IT!
And I felt like an asshole.
Friday morning I'd administer my first shot into his belly. A shot we will be required to do for another 10 days. I kind of laugh inside because as you read quotes about "you never know how strong you have to be, until you just have to be" or something along those lines. Growing up, my phobia's (the same as Kali) are vomit, or watching ANYONE puke (my children included); and needles. I can say now that I have been tested and pushed beyond what I ever thought would happen.
Our weekend included lots of adjusting. Lots of good meals for him, extra love, and lots of rearranging our life. For the house. Beds. Living room. Showers. Work life (he's a worker bee to the max, this is killing him).
Friday night his sister Sandra made us the most amazing comfort food dinner.
I have so many pictures to show. So many silly, and wild moments.
But the just of it all is it's a major broken bone. He's alive. He's healing. Monday marked a week.
A week of some adjusting. Smiles. Laughter. Pain. Highs. Lows. And a few tears because
Just know I'm a ninja nurse.
The rest of the week will hand out what life is supposed to hand out. It might hand us happy moments, it might hand me sad moments. It will most definitely hand us funny moments. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've muffled shit under my breath at him, and walked away.
We've hugged tight and laughed through the WTF moments. Many times last weekend he'd tell me just how much he appreciates me. And deep down, I know he does.
It's what I know to do best, just like all of you. And that's to help.
To nurture.
To love.
Chapters.
This is life. We're in this deal for the next 3 months. But you know what?
We'll climb over this mountain, just like all the others.
A few things I've learned through these chapter pages:
Things can go from smooth to rough in minutes flat.
A water proof cast cover with the little rubber end thing is no joke. #pullzallthehairz
The ice machine given to patients at Kaiser for healing is pretty bad ass.
Helping the one you love get into bed each night with one leg sticking straight out is super hilarious for us. Nakey even better.
Being a guy during this process is much easier, because = Wiener. Urinal. Duh.
Peeking at his staples are woah.
Giving him a shot is easier than I ever imagined. Who am I.
Showers make the world a better place. For him. For me.
Friends are the glue in this life.
Family are the rocks.
I miss his hugs while standing up.
Things can go from smooth to rough in minutes flat.
A water proof cast cover with the little rubber end thing is no joke. #pullzallthehairz
The ice machine given to patients at Kaiser for healing is pretty bad ass.
Helping the one you love get into bed each night with one leg sticking straight out is super hilarious for us. Nakey even better.
Being a guy during this process is much easier, because = Wiener. Urinal. Duh.
Peeking at his staples are woah.
Giving him a shot is easier than I ever imagined. Who am I.
Showers make the world a better place. For him. For me.
Friends are the glue in this life.
Family are the rocks.
I miss his hugs while standing up.
I hope you all have a beautiful rest of the week. Stay tuned, when I can get my act together, I'll show you some goodness. Minus the urinal, and his cute naked butt.
To our friends and most especially family, thank you. Thank you all for the texts', the emails, the social media comments filled with love. It means so much to us. The banters from good friends of ours. To Sean, look at me buddy, WE WILL BE BACK IN THAT BOAT SOONER THAN YOU MIGHT EXPECT! lol
Summer of 2017 I told you we were comin' atcha, but I didn't mean with crutches, needles, and shower chairs.
I meant with smiles, and good music with sunshine up above-
To our friends and most especially family, thank you. Thank you all for the texts', the emails, the social media comments filled with love. It means so much to us. The banters from good friends of ours. To Sean, look at me buddy, WE WILL BE BACK IN THAT BOAT SOONER THAN YOU MIGHT EXPECT! lol
Summer of 2017 I told you we were comin' atcha, but I didn't mean with crutches, needles, and shower chairs.
I meant with smiles, and good music with sunshine up above-
Peace out,
This Mama Lisa
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