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Broken

Hubby had to have both of his knees replaced last year because they were essentially, “broken”. Now, after many months of therapy, he is back to his old self, and able to walk and ski and do all that he could before. This picture was taken after the second knee was replaced. He was one very happy surgical patient!

Poor Hubby. His ear is sore. Good thing he has the pups to make him feel a little better. I am putting the pictures in the extended entry.

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Hubby and I had an interesting exchange last night as I was writing my blog entry and he was watching some mindless drivel on the TV. It goes like this:
Him: “What happened to the rest of the Strawberry Rhubarb pie? Did you eat it?”
Me: “No I didn’t eat it, you ate it.”
Him: “I don’t remember that! I think you ate it!”
Me: “Honey, you ate the pie. I got it for you on Wednesday night when you asked for something to eat as a snack. And I even put some ice cream on top of it for you!”
Him: “Imagine. Having pie and not remembering eating it!”
Me: “Yes. Getting old really sucks!”

So today while he was watching the World Cup Soccer match, I went out to the store and picked up some rhubarb and some strawberries and made him a pie. What a good wife I am.
Then I was flipping through a cooking magazine that I get when I stumbled across a pork chop recipe. I do not cook pork well. About the best you can hope for if you come here and I serve pork, is that I will shake and bake it. Somehow doing that works. However, there was something about this recipe that sounded good. So I planned it all out as though I were Julia Child about to film a cooking show, and made Hubby a delightful meal of sautéed pork chops with a country herb gravy, mashed potatoes and boiled beets with butter.
When I served our dinner I felt like June Cleaver! I kept waiting for his praise. The oooohs and aaaaahs of delight.
Me: Isn’t this great?
Him: It’s very tasty.
Me: It’s a new recipe. I think it’s a keeper.
Him: Hmm. Very nice.
Me: It’s easy to make too. Only about 20 minutes from start to finish. You know these knives aren’t too sharp.
Him: I think it’s the chops. They’re fighting back.
Me: (ignoring this) In fact, it is so easy you can make them for me when I have my surgery.
Him: Hmm.
Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to go fishing for compliments.

I sat in the car all the way home, excited because I knew I would be seeing “my girl” Greta. Well, I’m glad I didn’t hold my breath as she hasn’t a thought for me since our return. She has spent all her time, with “Daddy”!

Am I jealous? Yes! She’s supposed to be my girl! I even had to close the door to my bedroom last night to “force” her to sleep with me!
So who is at my side? Who follows me everywhere and just wants kisses and cuddles?
Fritz!
The dog I have always thought was Hubby’s dog. As I write his is sitting crowded into the chair with me, sleeping soundly. This big old boy is happy that Mommy is home.
You could just knock me over with a feather on this one!

Hi All. I brought Hubby home this morning. He is all settled in the sick room with two dogs, his laptop computer and a television remote control. What more do you need?

I’m afraid I’m getting to be too bossy. This whole wife of the sick patient thing has gone to my head. I arrived at the hospital this morning to find Hubby eating breakfast. Wonderful. He looked good and seemed well.
However his bed had not been changed and he had not been bathed. The last knee surgery his comfort was not well looked after and the poor man wound up with a horrid rash on his back that took two weeks to heal.
So this time I am wifey on the spot.
I personally bathed him, powdered him and got him into a nice cotton T-shirt. Then I settled him in, made sure he got pain medication, and then made out his menu for tomorrow.
Physical therapy showed up and got Hubby up and out of bed. While he was up I stripped the bed and made sure his bed was remade
I made sure Hubby ate a good lunch, got him settled in his freshly made bed, and then sat knitting while he slept. The nurses weren’t pushing for him to go back onto the perpetual motion machine for his knee, so I suggested that it might be time. No one was listening to me, and I mentioned to Hubby that I was only doing what he told me to do. Watching out for his care.
So I sort of insisted he go back on the machine and get another dose of his pain medication, (It had been 4 hours), so he would be comfortable.
The nurses finally got around to it, and he is now sleeping while he is on the machine.
What is so hard to understand here? A wife knows how to make her Hubby comfortable!

I do admit though. It’s sort of heady to be in charge. Not that I’m being mean about this or anything, but it’s just kind of nice to know what Hubby needs and knowing that you are completely accurate.