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Home. Sweet, Sweet Home.
We're home. It was a whirlwind and I'm so glad to be here!
We left on Monday to head to Duke for Wayne's surgery. Peepaw came to pick us up and we endured the ride to Sanford listening to Wayne rationalize how he was going to be "out of the hospital and back home before the 4th of July." Yeah, right.
Peepaw and I did a lot of smirking and eye-rolling. Wayne was clearly out of his mind with pain or plain just out of his mind.
We left early on Tuesday to get to the hospital. Wayne had to be registered and do all the things you must do to enter the hospital.
We got him back into pre-op and once the staff took him away, we sat in the lobby to wait it all out. I was delighted to know that there was access to the net. I could read, email, etc. and keep myself occupied while Wayne's surgery was going on. I had plenty of time to do that according to what I had been told. Or so I thought.
When Wayne was taken away to be prepped for surgery, I was given a little disc. It looked sort of like a video game or one of those things restaurants give you when you're crazy enough to stay and wait a really long time to eat. I put the disc in my pocket, and knew it would be a while before it buzzed and all the lights would go off. I sent an email to our pals saying HE'S IN SURGERY NOW...more later. Talked to my mom, looked at the weather, wondered what was happening to Wayne and said prayers.
Frieda and I were IM'ing and all at once, MY TABLE WAS READY!!! The little disc started buzzing! I pulled it from my pocket and the lights confirmed that I needed to go to the nurse's station. Honestly, it scared me. It was much too soon for the surgery to be over.
When I arrived, the PA was giving me a update to say that the surgery was in progress, Wayne had a very large hematoma and that had been removed. The repairs were about to start. I put the disc back in my pocket and went back to wait. It all gets fuzzy from here...
I think I was chatting with Frieda again and the disc started to buzz and flash. I hurried back to the station again and never made it that far. I heard Wayne's voice through a curtain. Praying I didn't open the wrong one, I opened the curtain, peeked in and there he was....ginger ale in his hand and a big grin on his face. I was totally confused. Wayne was yacking it up with the nurse, then he looked at me and said, "See? I told you I was going to go home!" I was sure it was the anesthesia talking...until the nurse confirmed his statement. Hmm. No way. No how. Then the doctor walked in and started discussing being fitted for a hip brace, what to do, how to move about, etc. He WAS going home! I learned later that my charming husband had a card up his sleeve and he negotiated the 4th of July holiday with his doctor and his anesthesiologist! MEN. Hmph. He bargained his way right out of that hospital and I didn't even get a chance to get my seat warm!
We agreed to stay in Sanford (part of the deal) for a night "Just in case." So, the next thing you know, we're back in the vehicle driving away from the hospital. My good friend Flavel even emailed just to be sure when she read that he was out. She was really sure that the type of surgery Wayne had was NOT outpatient...and I assured her that she was correct. I am also still wondering if Wayne anesthetized the doctors and put some sort of "LET ME OUT OF THE HOSPITAL" mojo on them.
So, we're actually at home. It's the wee hours of Friday am, he's sleeping and I'm listening out. He's very sore, but his theory is that he can be more "comfortably sore" at home. I tend to agree with that, so he gets no argument there.
The hip brace will help him behave. Prayer will keep me from doing mean things when he doesn't mind me and be still! HA!
Wayne's brother Brian and his wife Freida came to Sanford to help out and be with us. We had a great visit and I had some extra help...which was more than welcome. We all ate well, marvelled at the fact that Mr. TYPE A POSTERBOY was not in the hospital and were all glad to be together.
We're home. I'm glad. Frieda Hudson came over and brought dinner. WOW! It was great! I mean GREAT! She and I ate like piggies!
It was great to see the animals, great to feed them, great to feel normal and it's great to be in MY BED!
Wayne slept for several hours, ate some cereal, talked, talked talked with Frieda H. and went back to sleep again. I'll be sleeping shortly too. I know I need pretend these are "baby hours" and sleep when he does, but I wanted to get a blog out, so here it is.
There's no place like home...cliche, yes. But, it sure felt great coming down the driveway today. Everything was fine here and we were more than happy to be right back on this wonderful farm that we love so very much.
Thank you for the thoughts, cards, emails, calls and prayers. Wayne is totally digging the emails and has even been heard asking if he has any!
We both deeply appreciate all everyone has done and let's cross all digits and send mental telepathy to keep Wayne SLOWED DOWN!
I just have to shake my head...he gets by with the doggonedest things!
He's either tough as nails or crazy....or better yet, my husband is a little of both! But, he's safe, he's home and all is well this night.
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We left on Monday to head to Duke for Wayne's surgery. Peepaw came to pick us up and we endured the ride to Sanford listening to Wayne rationalize how he was going to be "out of the hospital and back home before the 4th of July." Yeah, right.
Peepaw and I did a lot of smirking and eye-rolling. Wayne was clearly out of his mind with pain or plain just out of his mind.
We left early on Tuesday to get to the hospital. Wayne had to be registered and do all the things you must do to enter the hospital.
We got him back into pre-op and once the staff took him away, we sat in the lobby to wait it all out. I was delighted to know that there was access to the net. I could read, email, etc. and keep myself occupied while Wayne's surgery was going on. I had plenty of time to do that according to what I had been told. Or so I thought.
When Wayne was taken away to be prepped for surgery, I was given a little disc. It looked sort of like a video game or one of those things restaurants give you when you're crazy enough to stay and wait a really long time to eat. I put the disc in my pocket, and knew it would be a while before it buzzed and all the lights would go off. I sent an email to our pals saying HE'S IN SURGERY NOW...more later. Talked to my mom, looked at the weather, wondered what was happening to Wayne and said prayers.
Frieda and I were IM'ing and all at once, MY TABLE WAS READY!!! The little disc started buzzing! I pulled it from my pocket and the lights confirmed that I needed to go to the nurse's station. Honestly, it scared me. It was much too soon for the surgery to be over.
When I arrived, the PA was giving me a update to say that the surgery was in progress, Wayne had a very large hematoma and that had been removed. The repairs were about to start. I put the disc back in my pocket and went back to wait. It all gets fuzzy from here...
I think I was chatting with Frieda again and the disc started to buzz and flash. I hurried back to the station again and never made it that far. I heard Wayne's voice through a curtain. Praying I didn't open the wrong one, I opened the curtain, peeked in and there he was....ginger ale in his hand and a big grin on his face. I was totally confused. Wayne was yacking it up with the nurse, then he looked at me and said, "See? I told you I was going to go home!" I was sure it was the anesthesia talking...until the nurse confirmed his statement. Hmm. No way. No how. Then the doctor walked in and started discussing being fitted for a hip brace, what to do, how to move about, etc. He WAS going home! I learned later that my charming husband had a card up his sleeve and he negotiated the 4th of July holiday with his doctor and his anesthesiologist! MEN. Hmph. He bargained his way right out of that hospital and I didn't even get a chance to get my seat warm!
We agreed to stay in Sanford (part of the deal) for a night "Just in case." So, the next thing you know, we're back in the vehicle driving away from the hospital. My good friend Flavel even emailed just to be sure when she read that he was out. She was really sure that the type of surgery Wayne had was NOT outpatient...and I assured her that she was correct. I am also still wondering if Wayne anesthetized the doctors and put some sort of "LET ME OUT OF THE HOSPITAL" mojo on them.
So, we're actually at home. It's the wee hours of Friday am, he's sleeping and I'm listening out. He's very sore, but his theory is that he can be more "comfortably sore" at home. I tend to agree with that, so he gets no argument there.
The hip brace will help him behave. Prayer will keep me from doing mean things when he doesn't mind me and be still! HA!
Wayne's brother Brian and his wife Freida came to Sanford to help out and be with us. We had a great visit and I had some extra help...which was more than welcome. We all ate well, marvelled at the fact that Mr. TYPE A POSTERBOY was not in the hospital and were all glad to be together.
We're home. I'm glad. Frieda Hudson came over and brought dinner. WOW! It was great! I mean GREAT! She and I ate like piggies!
It was great to see the animals, great to feed them, great to feel normal and it's great to be in MY BED!
Wayne slept for several hours, ate some cereal, talked, talked talked with Frieda H. and went back to sleep again. I'll be sleeping shortly too. I know I need pretend these are "baby hours" and sleep when he does, but I wanted to get a blog out, so here it is.
There's no place like home...cliche, yes. But, it sure felt great coming down the driveway today. Everything was fine here and we were more than happy to be right back on this wonderful farm that we love so very much.
Thank you for the thoughts, cards, emails, calls and prayers. Wayne is totally digging the emails and has even been heard asking if he has any!
We both deeply appreciate all everyone has done and let's cross all digits and send mental telepathy to keep Wayne SLOWED DOWN!
I just have to shake my head...he gets by with the doggonedest things!
He's either tough as nails or crazy....or better yet, my husband is a little of both! But, he's safe, he's home and all is well this night.
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