Friday, December 16, 2011

A Belly Story

Rowdy wanted me to photo document the latest surgery experience, but if you go here, you will pretty much get the story (except his hair isn't quite as short). 

He just got out of the OR and is feeling a little bit punk, but that is to be expected.  Marco the Surgeon says that all went quite well.  He only had to resect a very short section of bowel at the site of the leak.  That is an answer to many prayers, for sure.  Rowdy has a big midline wound that was closed by sutures, and a smaller wound to the right of that where which Marco left open.  M says that it is only 4 cm or so (about two inches), so that should be healed nicely by the time we have to travel in a few weeks.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Norwegian Butter Crisis!!!

I feel very sad for the Norwegians.  They have been experiencing a butter shortage.  Butter is delicious, and makes so many things taste wonderful.  It is a million times better than margarine, which--let's face it--is nothing but salty grease.

Jeg håper du har smør snart, Norge!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Rainy Day Dinner

 

Homemade chicken noodle soup! With leftovers to go in the freezer for some other rainy day.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

It's 11:40 PM

and I am awake. I just ate the chicken salad I was craving, read some blog posts, checked out Pinterest.

This may be because of the 2-hour coma I fell into this afternoon, but I think this will just be an insomniac kind of week. We're waiting for Friday, to see how this next round of surgery turns out. Prayers are requested and welcome. Don't forget to include the surgeon(s) and the anesthesiologist(s). Thanks.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Last Night, It Was So Cold...

How cold was it?

It was so cold that I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt, flannel pajama bottoms, long socks and legwarmers to bed, and slept under two big blankets.

Maybe the temp was in the low-40's.

But I had been sitting for a couple of hours on very cold bleachers out in Lakeside (east of San Diego), watching Rowdy race BMX. My lower body was freezing, and didn't thaw out until I had swaddled it in the aforementioned get-up.
My Rad Life!