this morning, while scurrying to get ready (kids, exercising, house cleaning) in order to get jane to her post-op doctor's checkup, i faintly hear the sound of plates clanking ... "jane, you are NOT unloading the dishwasher, right?", i shout out. "no, just getting some stuff", she lies blatantly! when i come upstairs, beds are made. "jane, you did NOT make the beds, right?", i shout out. "no, the kids did them", she lies blatantly. now she must really think i'm crazy!
i seethe with anger. as predicted, she is a hard woman to keep down. i'm furious! she is supposed to be taking good care of herself. she's pushes herself, which is great, but at a certain point the ambition for healing turns into detrimental chore chasing.
we drive to the surgeon's office in silence ... despite her best efforts, i don't crack and maintain my cold shoulder. i drop her off while parking, and when i finally get up to the office, she's already in ... i am asked to wait, at jane's insistence, while she is examined - knowing that i tend to faint at the sight of blood, gore, and processed foods.
the wonderful physician appears, euphoric with the results - jane looks amazing, she's totally mobile, healing beautiful, and is drain-free (don't ask!). he informs me that he's given her orders to 'take it easy', but she can drive soon, and even exercise over the next week or two. jane comes out beaming, apologetic, but totally thrilled and on a high. a new threshold! i'm delighted for her ...
it's a gorgeous day, we return home for a big lunch, jane is in her sleek sporty outfit, feeling trim and 'light'. we pass the afternoon working, chatting, and listening to music. the kids come home, phones are ringing, and all is good. jane continues to wait for medical results, tests really, so we're not totally 'done', realizing that although the physical healing is going so well, there's still a ways to go.
we return to our wednesday routine of going out for family dinner - not to the city, the usual thing we do, for asian noodles or couscous, but to a local restaurant for an italian bite (not wanting to drive too far yet). the kids tease me relentlessly for 'using' jane's surgery as a way to jump lines, get better service, etc.. we have a rowdy time of it, and return home exhausted - everything catching up with us - and end the evening by watching 'the grinch who stole christmas' ... a real throwback!
silent night ...
we drive to the surgeon's office in silence ... despite her best efforts, i don't crack and maintain my cold shoulder. i drop her off while parking, and when i finally get up to the office, she's already in ... i am asked to wait, at jane's insistence, while she is examined - knowing that i tend to faint at the sight of blood, gore, and processed foods.
the wonderful physician appears, euphoric with the results - jane looks amazing, she's totally mobile, healing beautiful, and is drain-free (don't ask!). he informs me that he's given her orders to 'take it easy', but she can drive soon, and even exercise over the next week or two. jane comes out beaming, apologetic, but totally thrilled and on a high. a new threshold! i'm delighted for her ...
it's a gorgeous day, we return home for a big lunch, jane is in her sleek sporty outfit, feeling trim and 'light'. we pass the afternoon working, chatting, and listening to music. the kids come home, phones are ringing, and all is good. jane continues to wait for medical results, tests really, so we're not totally 'done', realizing that although the physical healing is going so well, there's still a ways to go.
we return to our wednesday routine of going out for family dinner - not to the city, the usual thing we do, for asian noodles or couscous, but to a local restaurant for an italian bite (not wanting to drive too far yet). the kids tease me relentlessly for 'using' jane's surgery as a way to jump lines, get better service, etc.. we have a rowdy time of it, and return home exhausted - everything catching up with us - and end the evening by watching 'the grinch who stole christmas' ... a real throwback!
silent night ...
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