Soooo. Because I’m not ready to talk about Thanksgiving I’m going to tell you about Neil’s recent nose surgery. Yeah, it’s saying something that Neil getting plastic shoved up his nose is the easier topic. Sigh.
Actually surgery wasn’t so bad. Everything was running on time, surgery took less time than we thought and we were home with a few hours to spare on our “Naomi Babysitter Clock”.
Anyways, lots of paperwork and waiting. Then they wisked him back to change into his spiffy nightgown. And more waiting. I got to join him for equally spiffy socks and what turned out to be the last picture of him smiling for the next 2 weeks. And more waiting. I got kicked out and he went back for surgery. (I’ll stop with the waiting). About 45 minutes later the screen said he was in recovery and 30 minutes later I could hold his hand. Once he proved that he wasn’t going to puke or pass out we were cleared to go home. I only had time to finish my book and move on to the next one in the series.

Recovery is proving to be a bit more than we expected. He isn’t sporting the super sexy nose bandage anymore, but 2 hours up and about the house is enough excitement to necessitate a 2 hour nap. I had to get the popcorn out of the pantry but he is making the popcorn on his own. But when I made him laugh his nose really hurt. On the whole though, I think we are getting closer to normal everyday.