Translation: who wants to end up sharing Gwampy's hospital room?

 

Barm tart, gross.

That was my plan ;)

Well rey rey should get a kick out of causing more discomfort

Oh it wouldn't be discomfort for me ;)

* lets out a fake groan as he reaches toward the keyboard *

* looking for fake sympathy or real sympathy...whatever he can get *

That's what sick folk do, right?  ::)

 

Yup.

I'm home.

My slave driving wife is only allowing me to be on here for 45 minutes.

Nurse coming to check vitals in a while.

 

Last weekend I really wondered if I had done the right thing by having the operation...life really sucked for several days...I was not the kind of Gwampy that people wanted to be around...Grumpy Gwampy...to the extreme!!!  >:(

I didn't want to open my eyes.

Morphine dulled the pain.

One day I had terrible back spasms that felt like reyler was reaching in and grabbing my right kidney and squeezing it...then she'd relax for a few seconds...then squeeze again...that day totally sucked...even the morphine didn't do much.

By Tuesday I was taking small walks out into the hall and I even brushed by teeth and washed up in the bathroom sink...felt much better...they removed some of the drainage tubes...I opened my eyes now and then but didn't focus on anything.  They wanted to send me home but I wasn't ready.

By Wednesday I shaved off the 5 day growth of gray whiskers, walked the entire length of the hall with few stops to catch my wind, got cleaned up, had the last of the remaining IV tubes removed and headed north...was home by early afternoon.

Thursday, I had a REAL shower in my very own bathroom, flossed my teeth which I would never have thought that I would miss doing, got a nice clean shave with my very own razor, watched the wife get thanksgiving dinner ready without my assistance, and actually enjoyed eating (hadn't had much of an appetite before that).  Watched a little of the Lions massacre.  Watched a bit of the Dallas game (21-3 I think when I went for my nap).

Slept very good last night.  Only having to take one vicatin (sp?) every 12 hours.  Progressing much better than I expected or would have predicted last Saturday.  Each day is better than the day before.  I can do things that I couldn't, or I can do them faster or easier...like getting out of a chair or up from bed (with my wife helping).  My baby steps are getting bigger.  I'm able to walk for a longer time without stopping to rest.  My lung capacity seems to be improving.  I've been typing at this post for quite a while without having to stop and rest.

 

When I went for the scope last Thursday, I really had no idea that I would end up with open heart surgery.  At worst, I expect a stint or two because my symptoms were so minor and far apart.  Now that it's done and my recovery is progressing, I think I made the right choice.  One of the arteries is nicknamed the "widow maker".  Not only did it not kill me, the doctor said there was no real damage done to my heart...it's strong.  I was lucky.  I ignored my symptoms for a long time.  That could have been deadly.

 

The stove buzzer went off, so it's time to go for a short walk then suck on my breathing exerciser.  Never had to worry about ANY of that stuff while in Fiddlesticks...just keep the Gwampy clones close by for spare parts.  ;D  Don't know when "heir commandant" will allow me time to spam the other threads.  See ya'll then!

 

Hope you all had a good turkey day!

 

Love,

Gramps. :)

Vicodin and Frau Kommandant, I think. Your wife might be upset to hear you calling her Herr, assuming she knows what it means.

 

Don't think this means I'm taking it easy on you!

*Falls in awe for the German knowledge of reyler and grandpa both*

My ancestry is German, but "neicht sperkenzie Deutsch" (I don't speak German...got that from the old WWII series called "Combat" starring Vic Marrow as the squad leader with the Thompson sub machine gun).

 

* waits for reyler to correct his misspelled German words *

* wonders if "reyler" is German for "hell cat" *

::)

 

It's good to be back.  :)

It's Ich spreche keine Deutsch or something like that. No idea what the word "sperkenzie" means?

That's Gwampy mangling what little German the average Amerikan knows, "sprechen sie Deutsch", the literal English translation of which being "Do you speak German?", though nobody who has never actually taken a German class knows this and thusly you get people saying "Sorry Hans, I don't sprechen sie Deutsch" as a result of movies with Nazis as the bad guys.

 

According to Babelfish, hellcat in German would be Höllenkatze. Interesting!

* smiles in satisfaction *

:)

Thank you.

:-*

AIGH ROLLING STONES GET OUT OF MY HEAD

I wouldn't like it if Mick Jagger was doing his swing moves in my head either.

Gotta go.

 

The wife is bribing me with a hot bowl of home made vegetable soup.

:)

Couldn't she just bribe you with sex?

Wait.

Older people have sex? :o

It's not a pretty sight.

:-[

 

Maybe in another few weeks we'll see how the newly-overhauled ticker performs...can't be any worse than the old clogged up model!!!  >:(

So therefor reyler could be wrong in this case?

If I were gwamps's age I would totally go for the soup.

At this point in time, the soup is much more appealing.  :-[

Man. It must suck. If only you wre 20 years younger ;D

Yes-sir-eee-bob.

 

Life was a lot more fun 20 years ago.

 

Never took so much as an aspirin back then.

 

Would have craved sex over soup any time, any place.

 

But, I did my time and paid my dues.

 

I have no desire to go back and relive those times.

 

I've earned my old age and I intend to enjoy it for what it is for as long as I am allowed to...and then I'll die.

 

* shrugs *

 

How did I get up onto THAT soap box?

???

I think reyler put you there.

Which means that a painful occurance should be coming your way shortly.

* waits patiently *

Yeah.

You'll have to wait until the weekend is over probably.

Lemon party... *shakes head and looks away*