All is well

Truth be told, I haven't been sleeping well. I finally fell asleep last night about 2 am. Needless to say, we slept through the alarm, we slept through the bus, we slept through it all!! I had to take Halle to school, and got to the hospital late. I sat in the waiting room until about 11 am (he went into surgery at 7) and finally I asked the lady at the desk. She made a call and discovered he had already been taken back to his room. I walked down the hall remembering what it was like every other time he's come out of general anesthetic. He lays there with his eyes closed, on oxygen, surrounded by nurses, and then vomits repeatedly all over the place. He doesn't do well. I braced myself, squeezed Jack's hand and opened the door.

There SAT Greg in bed. He had something in his hand. I walked closer and he popped a few candy corn in his mouth, smiled at Jack and said "Hey baby." I was shocked. I kissed him and then he asked me to look at the leg. I lifted the sheet, and had a glance. I looked up at him, smiled, and said "I think it's sexy."

He's doing really well. They threatened a catheter, and under the pressure he is urinating well. He's eating, and he is pretty much with it. Wound care came in to dress the other foot, and I was shocked at how well it looks. It's doing really really well. Also, physical therapy came in. Greg is supposed to be flexing his bum and thigh muscles 10 times every hour. (This is sexy too.)

Everything is fine, I feel more chipper tonight than I have in awhile. It's funny how you live with big amounts of stress without realizing how much there is until it's lifted. I sang all the way home, cleaned the kitchen, and made a yummy dinner. I'm feeling good.