What do you mean only 2 can be with me?

 I have a lot of love for my family and my husband’s family.  I have a lot of love for my friends who would be great at making me laugh after surgery.  It makes me feel so very loved that my family and friends would come visit me…even in a dreadful hospital hours away.

It was hard hearing only two of these beautiful souls can see me before after and in hospital.  The same two people the entire time.  I feel bad for me but also for the two people having to put up with me after surgery.  The first two days is probably fine because I’m higher than a kite.  Then they get to deal with recovering Summer who is getting tubes out, forced to constantly cough to clear the lungs and forced to walk laps around the nurse’s station.  Hopefully I have matured some since last surgery so I’m not as feisty.

Grif of course is one of the people.  Lucky Him! Ha ha!  It was decided my mom will of course be the second lucky ticket holder.  If anyone can handle feisty Summer, it’s her.

I’m most sad that my dad can’t also be there.  I’ve always seen my parents as a package deal.  Both are awesome individuals of course but growing up they almost always were at big events (good and bad) together.  I have never gone through OHS without one of them being there.

Thankfully there is Zoom and I believe my dad plans on being in Rochester so my mom can have him there when she’s not with me.

I’m just thankful my mom and Grif love each other.  That would be so stressful and awkward if they both had to be there if they didn’t like each other.

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