The Rest of the Day

Since coming home today, things have gone well. She has two drain tubes emerging from where her boob used to be and each terminates in a plastic apparatus that looks like a hand-grenade (really), and I've been trained in the intracacies of expunging the red liquid they fill with over the course of 7 or 8 hours. We ran some tape around the tubes so we could safety pin them to her blouse. The "grenades" hang down and need to be supported since the other end is somewhere inside her chest . . . I told her, now she knows what it feels like to have testicles.

She's also sprung a leak. I made a phone call and found out though it's to be expected . . . duh. The reason we were a little alarmed is that she didn't leak in the hospital. Figures when I'm in charge she would start this nasty little habit.

Then there's the big wound. It's sorta like the Grand Canyon has been pulled together and stapled shut across the top. Thankfully there are no leaks there. The staples look just like those in the stapler on your desk. Lois asked if they were the type that closes on the other side, like the stapler on your desk does when you staple papers. The nurse laughed and said no, they just go straight in. I guess they don't have to use one of those staple pullers to get them out, but just use some tweezers or something. Anyway, this thing looks like it would hurt - all to hell! But she's numb; feels nothing. "That's a blessing from God," the assistant pastor who called today said. I'm wondering if someone cut a nerve?

We were talking about our luck today. In the last week, or so, my job at the community college came to an end (the grant ran out of money), a pine tree in our back yard blew down and is presently lying across the neighbor's deck and they can't get out the door leading to the deck, the main ciruculation pump went out on the pool so now the pool is fermenting under this heat, and then Lois. Still, we know God is being good to us because we're laughing about it all. Well, most of it.