Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
The hubs has been defending his fig tree from birds with a borrowed BB gun for the last few weeks. He has been busted by our kids a couple of times, ahem, getting rid of the evidence. Since I’ve been home from the hospital, my friends have made a schedule and have been bringing dinner to my family every night.
Last night, a family brought us a roasted chicken and a quiche for dinner. As soon as Emma saw the chicken sitting on the platter she said, “Hey! Did my daddy shoot that bird?”
Today while I was recovering in the hospital, my 2 oldest girls and my niece, Ella Grace, went to pick blueberries with some of my friends and to play at the park. The girls came home happy, tired and stained purple.
Shortly before dinner time Emma and Ella Grace, both 4 years old, decided they were hungry and started to open the refrigerator to retrieve their blueberries.
“Y’all wait a minute,” my mother told her granddaughters. “Y’all have been eating blueberries all day. Somebody is on their way over here with dinner, just wait and eat a meal!”
Ella Grace and Emma looked at each other and clapped. Ella Grace said, “Oh! Good! We won’t even have to cook!”
I’m home from the hospital and minus one Evil Gallbladder. I feel a million times better than I did before the surgery, although I’m still pretty sore. Thanks to everyone for prayers, help with my kids and bringing food. I am so blessed to call you my friends.
The nurse was going through the litany of questions she was required to ask me during my pre-op interview, and Zeb was sitting at my bedside, occasionally holding my hand and fielding phone calls, as I answered question after question. He was holding my purse and I slid my wedding and engagement rings off and gave them to him for safekeeping during surgery.
Nurse: Past surgeries?
I answered.
Nurse: Any allergies?
I answered.
Nurse: Any meds you take on a daily basis?
I answered.
Nurse: Religious preference?
I answered.
Nurse: What’s your husband’s name?
“Zeb,” I answered. I nodded my head towards Zeb, “But this is Chris…”
The nurse jerked her head up and looked back and forth between the two of us bewildered, until I collapsed laughing.
The nurse popped me on the leg and said, “You are SUPPOSED to be sick.”
“Ahhahaha! I am! But I’m never too sick to get the funny.”
If you have a bum gallbladder you have to eat low fat foods or you get uber sick. It’s like a built-in personal trainer who kicks you in the stomach if you eat something you’re not supposed to.