On Day 1 Cool's husband, Mr. Cool, entered St. Joseph's Hospital in Tacoma (where their younger son and both of our sons were born) and had his fifth spinal surgery. Yesterday, on Day 9, he finally came home. His projected date of release post-surgery was Day 4, and if not Day 4, then Day 5. My husband, The Duke, and I were poised to be his limo drivers last weekend, and then I was ready to take over solo duty during the week, even spent a day in Tacoma shopping around and staying in touch with Cool via text because we thought he would be able to get out. But alas, a blockage of the internal realm blocked his passage out into the external realm. After calling in Roto Rooter, Mr. Cool was good to go. However, The Duke and I were not--we were on our way to get our grandson for a few days. Thus, Cool had to make the journey alone, and of course she did just fine, as did Mr. Cool.
Perhaps my shout-out to Roto Rooter seems like TMI for this blog, but hey, Cool's Facebook post said much more on the subject, truly getting to the root (or bottom) of the problem.
The real shout-out is to Mr. and Mrs. Cool who have faced way more than their share of major surgeries and disappointments and still manage to keep smiles on their faces. It was hard, I know, but Mr. Cool even managed a 'chuckle' for me when my husband and I visited him in the hospital Friday night. He was clearly in a lot of pain. He might have been thinking some bad words in his semi-drugged state, but he displayed his customary genuine, appreciative smile.
"Home is Where the Recliner Is," Mr. Cool has been thinking, so welcome home, Mr. C. Welcome to your Sleep Number Bed, welcome to your recliner, drink up the Snapple Peach Tea, but sadly no wine for you.
We want to continue to be of service to Cool, the Nursemaid. When I asked what we could do further for her, she said, "I might need someone to come over and drink wine with me after a full day of taking care of my husband." This is when my selflessness really kicked in. "I'm there for you!" I said, with complete sincerity. I'm a BVG, and this is how we are.
As my husband would say, "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it."
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