Tom Update, Homecoming Flight to be Rescheduled, Other News
All this time I thought you all could read my mind, staying absolutely up-to-date on the results of Tom's surgery, the progress he's been making, the growth of the puppies, and all that stuff!! Instead, I got polite little notes from sister Kay and daughter Tory, both telling me that the mental telepathy wasn't working and I should get off the duff and start using less rapid but more reliable means of communication.
Tom's surgery on Tuesday went just fine--he went into the pre-op room at 10:15 scheduled for a 12:15 visit to the operating room and a 2-hour knee replacement. Instead, it was 3:45 into the operating room and about 8 pm by the time he got out of recovery and settled into his room. The anesthesia wore off at 1 am and by 5 am, Tom was looking for a way to get his old painful knee re-installed. The new one HURT. It was late Wednesday PM before the medics got the pain under control (morphine does wonderful things). Of course, pain meds on top of the meds Tom's taking for his trigeminal neuralgia keeps his blood pressure so low (like 85/50) that standing without falling from dizziness is a challenge. Thursday went by with tiny steps from bed to chair along side and then finally (with a walker and a 5'3" physical therapy specialist along side) a round trip of about 50 feet. Today Friday, I'm bringing him home.
The doc says Tom needs daily shots into his belly--errk, be hooked to a passive motion machine 6 hours a day, and be attended to when he walks (that is, someone to be ready to steady him) for the next few days. I belatedly realized there was no way I could safely leave Tom home alone so soon after surgery. He needs me to be here. Hopefully in a week or two, he can get by with Melissa popping her head in a few hours a day to take care of the puppies. I will reschedule this weekend's flight home. I'll post on the blog the new itinerary as soon as I can get the flights rescheduled.
Puppies seem monster-sized. Unbelievable that little Tornado could produce these critters, much less have provided sufficient milk to have them grow so fast. They are at the in-between stage of almost being weaned with lots of mobility and totally no sense. Two days ago two escaped from the whelping box--I had to seach for them. Today, half suddenly overcame the heightened walls of the box and were dropping to the floor around my feet in the most disconcerting fashion. I have the deck off the kitchen set up as their transition point. Unfortunately, storms have begun rolling in over Pike's Peak and they are too young to handle extremes in weather. A week or two will make a big difference.
I'll try to do better with updates. Love Dee's look in the office picture (and the whippet's head is an additional charming touch). Sandra's right: she's the best looking, most vivacious of the group. Not to nag but it would be nice to hear how Kay's little granddaughter is doing. MSRA is scary. Love to all.
Tom's surgery on Tuesday went just fine--he went into the pre-op room at 10:15 scheduled for a 12:15 visit to the operating room and a 2-hour knee replacement. Instead, it was 3:45 into the operating room and about 8 pm by the time he got out of recovery and settled into his room. The anesthesia wore off at 1 am and by 5 am, Tom was looking for a way to get his old painful knee re-installed. The new one HURT. It was late Wednesday PM before the medics got the pain under control (morphine does wonderful things). Of course, pain meds on top of the meds Tom's taking for his trigeminal neuralgia keeps his blood pressure so low (like 85/50) that standing without falling from dizziness is a challenge. Thursday went by with tiny steps from bed to chair along side and then finally (with a walker and a 5'3" physical therapy specialist along side) a round trip of about 50 feet. Today Friday, I'm bringing him home.
The doc says Tom needs daily shots into his belly--errk, be hooked to a passive motion machine 6 hours a day, and be attended to when he walks (that is, someone to be ready to steady him) for the next few days. I belatedly realized there was no way I could safely leave Tom home alone so soon after surgery. He needs me to be here. Hopefully in a week or two, he can get by with Melissa popping her head in a few hours a day to take care of the puppies. I will reschedule this weekend's flight home. I'll post on the blog the new itinerary as soon as I can get the flights rescheduled.
Puppies seem monster-sized. Unbelievable that little Tornado could produce these critters, much less have provided sufficient milk to have them grow so fast. They are at the in-between stage of almost being weaned with lots of mobility and totally no sense. Two days ago two escaped from the whelping box--I had to seach for them. Today, half suddenly overcame the heightened walls of the box and were dropping to the floor around my feet in the most disconcerting fashion. I have the deck off the kitchen set up as their transition point. Unfortunately, storms have begun rolling in over Pike's Peak and they are too young to handle extremes in weather. A week or two will make a big difference.
I'll try to do better with updates. Love Dee's look in the office picture (and the whippet's head is an additional charming touch). Sandra's right: she's the best looking, most vivacious of the group. Not to nag but it would be nice to hear how Kay's little granddaughter is doing. MSRA is scary. Love to all.
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