What a day!! What? a Day!

You would not believe this day, It is funny and full and I have  my tranquilizers working overtime.

I wish I could draw cartoons like Sheri does on her blog, I have a good one. An old lady (me) climbing through a bathroom window at 5.00 in the morning and almost getting stuck. It is a good thing my neighbors did not call the cops.
Almost as in one foot on a ladder, one foot and leg in the window with the head on the outside of the window.


OK this is how it started. David had to be at the hospital at 5:30. We woke at 4:00. I lay there until about 20 after. (Hey I think 4 in the morning should be illegal).
I get up, get dressed and put my make up on. David said, "Do you think you are going to a party?"
I responded with  "As a matter of fact I do."
We are rushing and leave the house later than planned. I drive 70 plus miles an hour to get there. We are about 10 minutes late but that is no problem. (Except we are NEVER late for anything).
I reach into the back seat for my purse, UH OH no purse, No purse means No license, No purse means no cell phone, No purse means Must go back home, ( 12) miles to retrieve it.
I get David checked in and run back  home.
As I step out of the hospital I remember, "No purse, No house keys"
Darn!!!
Now I have to climb through a window. I am getting too old for this. I know one window is damaged and  can be repaired for free, but I never get that call  made either.
It is a good thing too,as that is a bathroom window and is always unlocked.
I get home, grab a lawn chair and decided that is not enough to help me. I have my car with my lights on the back of the house. (It is still DARK outside)
I grab a step ladder. I climb up and have to prop the window up with a bar-b-Que fork. I put the right  leg in, and one shoulder. Nope my body does not want to cooperate that way. I am too old to bend like that. I am like a pretzel. Besides that the ladder is slipping under my left foot.

I think, "Girl, you have to go in Head First" So I do that.
I climb ladder, I put fork in,(to hold the window up)  I pull blinds up, I put my head in., The fork slips and the window falls on me, Oh well it is not heavy, it has to deal with my sliding.
I slowly inch my way down to the commode. I get one hand on the commode, Now two hands on the commode. (Thank you God)
There I am, hands on commode, feet and legs  in window about 3 feet up. I am literally doing a handstand on the commode.
I finally get one leg down to the floor while one is still in the window. Now I am doing the splits.
I Inch that second foot down and I am home free. YEA!!!!!!!
I close the window, run in, grab my purse, lock all doors, make sure I have the keys and off I go again to take care of my honey.
I again drive like a "Bat out of Hades" I am back before the surgery is started and he is ready to go. As I walk in they give him his injection. Out he goes, Snoring begins. All is well.
I lean over to get something and as I raise up I hit my head on a monitor. (embarrassing)
I go to waiting room and pace. the surgery is almost an hour longer than anticipated. I am kept informed by a nurse and all is well.
As I lean on a wall, I again hit my head on a pamphlet box. Who in the heck puts pamphlets on a wall doorway.
I tell the nurse, "No problem, that is the way my day has gone"
Problem with long surgery was , he had three torn places in his arm, One very large one on front, one on back, one on side.
That explains the neck pain and upper chest muscle pain.
He has been patched together and now we wait for approximately 4 months for an outcome.
Will he be able to use his arm again? Only time will tell. Right now, he can not even use his fingers.

Now the big question.
How many times a day does an old Man Need a Sponge Bath? Is it Three or Four?

Oh wait I hear him calling now, "Honey  I need my Bath"


So I and David had an interesting day. He is off to a good start.
Oh Yeah, after driving him home to bed, I had to run back in for his Nor Co.( Pain Med)

Before I leave I make him a smoothie, It is Greek yogurt, strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries and apple juice. Yummy!! (he has had no food all day)
It is in a 12 oz glass.
As I walk back in, he has dropped the glass, there is smoothie all over the floor. He did grab a towel  to try to get it up, but it was well  stuck when I got home.
I  had to scrub the seeds off the floor. Literally scrub and scrub hard.
He felt horrible but you know, He can not help it and my job is to Love, Honor and Cherish,In sickness and in Health.
Now in our lives is the unhealthy part and dealing with each others misses in life.
Keep him in your prayers.