The weekend update goes like this. My wife is doing as well as can be expected. (excuse me, I need to add ice to the machine that pumps ice water around her knee) Okay where was I, Oh yeah Marilyns knee gives her considerable pain and she has always had trouble with nausea when on pain medication so...just a minute I need get her something to eat with her medicine. Darn I ran out of the jello I made yesterday. I'll put that on my list of things to do.
Anyway, I made her some pork chops with rice casserole in my dutch oven today and a chocolate cake from scratch last nite. It all tasted like Mom used to make except I don't remember Mom baking all of the moisture out of the cake. Maybe she did though come to think of it, back then was when we started filling a glass with cake and milk and eating it with a spoon. Good stuff. Sorry I'll be right back. I need to go fold towels and put another load in the washing machine. While I'm at it I'll empty and reload the dishwasher for I think the third time today. Baking takes a lot of dishes.
I'm back. Marilyn has had a lot of nice phone calls and well wishes from friends and relatives and church members. I stood up in church today and reported on Marilyn. I slipped up and mentioned I was there at church for the break. Laughter ensued. They thought I was kidding.
This weekend has been interesting in the TV department. Marilyn is camped in front of my big Sony taking high definition tours of exotic places. I on the other hand have also been watching some TV, NFL playoff games, in high def. On a 24 inch screen however. You see when I bought a nice Sony Bravia for the kitchen I envisioned Marilyn, cooking, loading the dishwasher, and adoring me verbally for my thoughtfulness at putting a nice TV like that in the kitchen. I would of course then be able to watch the NFL playoff games in all their big screen glory in the living room from my recliner. It wouldn't have to be big but now I'm thinking that a 36 or 42" wouldn't have looked out of place in the kitchen. Okay, one could get used to it at least.
Marilyn needs help with a shower now. I like this part. That is also the reason I could never have been a male nurse. I digress.
Okay, the shower is over. I also couldn't be a nurse because I don't like looking at incisions. More towels to wash. Yippee.
Now she wants hot tea, with sweetner and her PJ's.
I am doing my best to help her get well so she can get back to doing all of those activities that have meant so much to our marriage over the years.
Taking care of me.
I don't get it, she always made this look so easy.
Thought for the day: There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness