FYI, this is just an update. (Think station identification.) There’s no good writing below, and nothing particularly amusing or interesting. Feel free to ignore if you are in need of a humor fix. No offense taken.
Go. Have fun! Having fun is never wrong here. See? Here’s a fish that had surgery.
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Fish, post-surgery, with Helpful Arrow:
Shaun’s surgery went incredibly well.
The surgeon was positively beaming after it was over, when he came to talk to me.
Now we’re in the harder part, where it hurts a lot – A LOT – and she has to not only deal with the intense pain, but make it worse on purpose. Surgery was yesterday. She was walking today (right before she passed out).
If everything continues on the excellent (if horrifically painful) physical trajectory, she is way ahead of schedule in recovery. I can’t imagine what this would be like for someone ON schedule, if she’s considered far ahead.
I asked the Universe (fine, I begged the Universe) to help me keep my sense of humor before we went into this, since I’d seriously misplaced it along with any shred of perspective for such a long time. (As you know!)
I was kinda anxious that the surgery/recovery intensity would push me over the edge, and I’d hit that humorless bottom again. And be depressing. And needy. And whiny.
It’s true. Ask and ye shall receive.
The Universe has been delivering hilarity in spades, even in these circumstances. (I wrote it a lovely thank you note.) I was forced to email Daisy and Bella from the waiting room while Shaun’s surgery was in progress, because the situation was so weirdly funny.
I was afraid I was going to burst out laughing in front of the exhausted and terrified people also waiting to hear what happened with their family member. Laughing would have been so unkind. Lucky for me, Bella and Daisy were at work at 6 am, so I could get it out quietly, in email. They are my go-to tech support for humor management.
As soon as I get some sleep and we get Shaun home, or almost home, I hope to share some of it with you, if I can convey how funny it was.
I sure hope these weren’t, “I guess you had to be there” experiences.
Keywords: (so I don’t forget what I want to relay: hurry-up-and-wait, snoring, surgical glee, Mariachi, pigeon Spanish, green legs and ham, undiscovered harmonica talent, Standing Wrap/standing applause.) Can you believe all this in just two days?!?
Due to illness, surgeon emergency, etc. Shaun’s surgery was rescheduled 3 times.
So happy it’s no longer looming. Third time was the charm!