Cowboy got home from work at 5 a.m., after a 14–15-hour shift.
When he woke up, he said the fog had been so heavy he’d gotten lost on the way home.
That's worrisome; I worry about him not being able to see well, and making that drive so late at night and early in the morning.
If he takes the river road, which he usually does, I’m always afraid he'll drive off into the river.
He didn't wake up until 11 a.m., so no morning church service for him.
Needless to say, other than having to go pick up Badger's medication, this has been an extraordinarily boring day.
Badger and I stayed in our rooms while Cowboy snoozed in his recliner.
He didn't move until time for evening service, and after the service, he went back to his recliner.
Some days, that's just how it goes.
Badger has her books, her art supplies, and her TV, and she and the dogs did escape outside for throwing practice for a good long bit.
I have my TV and my books.
We make do.
That's Sunday in a nutshell.
Cousin has managed to send me a text or two; she feels rough, which is understandable.
She had a total colectomy, but the surgeon managed to reconnect things so she doesn't need a bag.
Right now, it's wait and see whether the operation was a success.
The blunt truth is that the surgeon told her she cannot survive another surgery.
She went into an Addison crisis during this surgery and almost didn't make it.
Today, she had to have more blood transfusions.
Any prayers and good vibes sent her way would be appreciated.
Heron made it to Colorado; he arrived late Friday night.
Of course, Colorado is two hours behind us, and he said he felt jet lagged when he woke up Saturday morning.
Leave it up to my Dr. Doolittle: the first picture he sent me was of a cat.
Heron could find an animal to cuddle if you dropped him down in Siberia.
He seems to be having fun; he shares pictures and updates.
Earlier today he sent me a picture saying the dry air is making him have nosebleeds.
When he was a child, he had frequent nosebleeds and finally had to have a cauterization done.
I'd guess he's probably freaking out a bit about that.
Tonight, he sent me a text telling me he’s camping at Cripple Creek, just in case a bear eats him.
He said it's colder there, and the air is thin so he can't breathe well.
I'm glad that he's having a good trip.
I always wanted to travel, but Cowboy has always refused to leave Tennessee.
The man won't go more than twenty miles from home.
That is a long work day. I've done those days but I was in my 20s.
ReplyDeleteMy exciting day was mowing the rest of the lawn, loading the dishwasher and trying to figure out what was laming one of the horses. Meds, stall rest and we'll see. He's old. Like me. A guy who loves animals sounds like a good guy to me. It sounds like he is enjoying himself, as long as the bears stay away. I hope your cousin recovers soon and stays out of the hospital.
Sandra: You’re right—those are some long shifts for my husband. He’s been working like that since he was 18, but it’s getting tougher now that he’s 65.
ReplyDeleteI hope your horse starts feeling better soon—stall rest and meds can really help.
Sounds like you had quite a day yourself with the mowing and everything else.
Mowing can be an adventure; my son once tumbled down a hill doing it.
He’s always loved animals—I used to poke his pants before washing, just in case a frog or lizard poked back.
He’s enjoying himself so far, just keeping an eye out for those bears!
Thank you for the kind wishes for my cousin—we’re hoping for a strong recovery after all the complications.