I could have called this post what a difference a day makes but I didnt because then if I used it again it would be redundant .. which I usually already am? ... are? In this case I can tell you its true.
On Monday morning Toonman had open heart surgery and when they finally let me see him I was stunned. I thought I past being stunned about a month into this saga but no one told me he'd be on a ventilator.
I expected all the tubes and wires and even the yellow 'shower cap' but not the ventilator.
That totally stunned me. I couldnt think. I couldnt think what to think. I listened to the nurse practioner explain Toonman's condition but heard gibberish. When she was done I said I dont understand anything you said I've been sitting in the waiting room from 11 til 2 I only went to the bathroom once really fast but no one came to talk to me. She called the surgeon, he came back and explained, I didnt understand him either but I did grasp that anything other the heart is 'out of his box' and you know I immediately flashed on 'aha so you inspired the expression think out of the box' but of course I didnt say it, I didnt even rue, yes I actually sad rue, it til I was writing this .. now I am sorry I didnt. Oh well.
Meanwhile Toonman is scary looking, trust me yellow is not his color I wish I had taken a photo. I am told he can hear me so I can talk to him but he cant answer me. I tell him I love him and that I am right here. Then Dr AG stops by to let me know the infection that caused the disc and valve deterioration seems to be responding to treatment. Good news. As is the fact that even tho they had to do the bypass in addition to the valve (I think the warranty expired for a totally new full body) replacement everything went perfectly. If he didnt look like death warmed over I would have been happier.
I left because they were getting him settled monitoring all sorts of things and I was in the way plus he was asleep. They told me to go home so I did. I walked home. Its a long but nice walk, the sun was shining the temperture was perfect, there were shop windows to look into in a neighborhood I dont often get to.
I called to check on him at about 6 pm, the nurse told me he was still on the respirator but he was awake and responding to commands; immediately I thought: 'sit. stay. roll over'. Actually they asked if he was in pain and he nodded.
Early Tuesday morning I called the CCU desk to ask how he was. He was off the ventilator, sitting up and having breakfast. I was relieved. I actually did some work before leaving for hospital to spend the afternoon and evening with him. He was alert, chatty, relatively pain free -- did I mention chatty? I am convinced he was on some drug where you can seemingly function without drooling or falling sleep and talk talk talk.
He got new toys.
A special teddy to hug when he coughs or needs to sneeze
And this clever instrument of torture, he says, where you have to inhale to get those balls up in the air ... Tooman can get the first ball in the air 3 times before he wants a nap.
For one day after a big surgery just under a week after another surgery, he's doing remarkably well and we both want to thank you all. Foolery, he especially wants you to know how special your toon made him feel .. I say remember he's on drugs.
Wrapping up here .. to steal from my friend Suldog .. Soon, with more better stuff.