Well, the milestones keep stacking up for DJ. As any woman who has given birth, or who has had any kind of surgery south of the border, knows, that first BM is a dreaded event. Most often, however, we get all worked up for nothing.
I walked back in our room after getting a cup of coffee and DJ had a big-eyed look on her face.
"What's up Peanut?"
"I don't know, my stomach feels pretty weird."
"Weird how? Painful weird?"
"Like I've got to go to the bathroom, but I don't think I'll be able to," she replied apprehensively.
"Go on and give it a try," I replied.
A few minutes later she exited the bathroom looking simultaneously sheepish and relieved.
"There was no way you were going to have a hard time after the assault we've mounted against slow moving intestines between the juice, the fruit, the nuts, the raisins, and the stool softeners," I practically bragged.
DJ kind of giggled in relief.
She's actually remarkably spry this morning. She has another "check-up" tomorrow morning and if all goes well, she will be allowed to have a meal at a restaurant. That will require sitting up in a chair. I sure hope the air filled donut pillow arrives in time. For anyone considering "bottom" surgery-I strongly recommend it.
DJ is supposed to be wearing button up shirts-and she owns ZERO. I went to KMart to grab a few inexpensive shirts knowing she would never wear them again. I tried and tried to find something she might actually approve of. She turned up her nose at all of them. She just isn't a button-up shirt gal. If her fashion snobbery is returning, I elect to take that as another good sign that she's on the road to full recovery. Now, if only she were allowed to lay on her side she would be so happy!
I walked back in our room after getting a cup of coffee and DJ had a big-eyed look on her face.
"What's up Peanut?"
"I don't know, my stomach feels pretty weird."
"Weird how? Painful weird?"
"Like I've got to go to the bathroom, but I don't think I'll be able to," she replied apprehensively.
"Go on and give it a try," I replied.
A few minutes later she exited the bathroom looking simultaneously sheepish and relieved.
"There was no way you were going to have a hard time after the assault we've mounted against slow moving intestines between the juice, the fruit, the nuts, the raisins, and the stool softeners," I practically bragged.
DJ kind of giggled in relief.
She's actually remarkably spry this morning. She has another "check-up" tomorrow morning and if all goes well, she will be allowed to have a meal at a restaurant. That will require sitting up in a chair. I sure hope the air filled donut pillow arrives in time. For anyone considering "bottom" surgery-I strongly recommend it.
DJ is supposed to be wearing button up shirts-and she owns ZERO. I went to KMart to grab a few inexpensive shirts knowing she would never wear them again. I tried and tried to find something she might actually approve of. She turned up her nose at all of them. She just isn't a button-up shirt gal. If her fashion snobbery is returning, I elect to take that as another good sign that she's on the road to full recovery. Now, if only she were allowed to lay on her side she would be so happy!
Awesome to hear everything is going ok.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you all.