Quietude

I fear I may have spoiled the lot of you. Some are bellowing for news. It is not as though I brought back the entire Cleveland Clinic team with me, I am now a staff of one. There is work to be done. Nursemaid, housemaid, maintenance man, shuttle captain, pup patroller, child overseer, grocery getter, chef, laundry clerk, bread winner, scalawag, beer guzzler - I’ve got my hands full here and you want me to be a blogger too? Oh well, if I have to.

The house is quiet. There must be something wrong. Aside from the gentle swish of the washing machine and occasional background noise from the TV, I can’t detect any sounds. Maybe I should take the MP3 earplugs out every once in a while.

Renee hobbled down the stairs to the couch this morning. Half of an egg, scrambled, was all she could take for breakfast. She’s having a much better day than yesterday. Away from the hospital she’s managing some rest which is the greatest piece of the recuperation puzzle that can not be found at that healing center.

The home health care nurse called last night to check on Renee and to see if her second bag application was successful. There were no post-visit hysterics so I believe it was. Throbbing quotient is low now that Renee has resumed her prescribed dosage of Oxycontainmypain™ and nausea is under control.

Yesterday was Cassidy’s first day back at the neighborhood pool and she got a pretty good sunburn. I forced her to put on a generous helping of sunscreen before she left the house but she forgot to reapply. The child continues to learn her lessons the hard way. A liberal portion of aloe applied before bedtime soothed it enough for sleep.

I’ll have to get Renee off of the couch and up walking around a little later but I’ll let her loiter for a while. She’s quietly enjoying a well earned respite. So please keep your bellowing to a low roar!