You heard the song—What a difference a day makes—24 little hours!  Well for Jay it was more like 48 hours maybe a little more.  But he is back in the land of reality again, getting talkative ( but now making sense), and the wittiness has returned.  He has been moved to another floor and his lung doctor said one more move and he is out the door.  All the tubes are gone and he spent most of today without oxygen stuck in his nose.

So it is looking good .  I meet with the Dietitain tomorrow at the hospital to see if we can come up with a plan that covers all his problems not just sugar, or salt, or potassium.  Hopefully this will get me on the right track for feeding him correctly. 

So soon he will be home and the new style of life begins!

The last two days have been a little scary.  My poor hubby is so confused and there doesn’t seem much I can do to help him.  But I have been told this happens sometimes and that it will get better. But it still hurts to see an intelligent man wavering between reality and unfounded fears.

But we will try to report the improvements as they happen.  Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers.  Be safe, be healthy, and be happy!

The ByPass operation on Friday went better than expected.  The kidney Dr. said we should know in 24 hours how that function was affected by the surgery.  His heart started right up coming off of Bypass and his color was and still is very good.  There was a little disorientation yesterday but that is to be expected.  ( He stood up from his chair to leave and scared the piss out of me I’ll tell you.)

I’m off to spend time with him this morning and again at afternoon visiting hours.  So I’ll cut this a little short and keep you posted.

Thank you for all the thoughts and prayers.
  Momma/Mary

More words of wisdom concerning old farts and dogs borrowed from my friends!

The Old Poodle

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.  One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that she’s lost. Wandering about, she notices a leopard heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old poodle thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in deep doo-doo now!” Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly:

“Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. “Whew!”, says the leopard, “That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.

The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”

Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?”, but instead of running, the dog sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says:

“Now where’s that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!”

Moral of this story..

Don’t mess with old farts…age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill!

Thanks again Pam and Sally!

Another E-mail too cute not to share with you!

Dear Dogs and Cats,

  When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.

  The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
  Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

  The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

  I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping. They can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.

  My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.

  For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using the bathroom for years – canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

  The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs or cat’s butt.

  To pacify you, I have posted the following message on our front door…..
  Rules for Non-pet owners who visit and like to complain about our pets:

1. They live here. You don’t.
2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
3. I like my pet better than I like most people.
4. To you it’s an animal. To me he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn’t speak clearly.
5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don’t ask for money all the time, and are easier to train. They usually come when called, never drive your car, don’t hang out with drug-using friends, don’t drink or smoke, don’t worry about buying the latest fashions, don’t wear your clothes, don’t need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.

  Pass this on to all your pet-loving friends, and to non-pet lovers also.

Thank you Shane and Susan for sending it to me!

  Yep! 50 regular Iris bulbs and 25 Dutch Iris bulbs so next year my flag will have company.  I also picked up 5 red Canna bulbs.  I planned on putting them in today but got busy with getting Jay’s Bi-PAP machine fixed and another blood test.  So maybe tomorrow their growing will begin again. 

But I did get out on the side of the house to see how last years bulbs were doing.

They came today.  After a day of running around and a little shopping I came home to find a package containing my two pictures on the lawn chair on the porch.  I picked them out of a catalog from Cindy’s business and then decided where to hang them.  I love them!

I believe thoughts passed on to me by one of my very best friends should be shared with my other very best friends.  But the list must include Daughters!

THE WONDERFUL WOMEN IN MY CIRCLE

When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
and then I started to become a woman. And I found out that if you allow
your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend’s best is needed when you’re going through things with your
children. Another friend’s best is needed when you’re going through
things with your mom. Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt,
joke, or just be.

One friend will say let’s pray together, another let’s cry together,
another let’s fight together, another let’s walk away together.

One friend will meet your spiritual need, another your shoe fetish,
another your love for movies, another will be with you in your season of
confusion, another will be your clarifier, another the wind beneath your
wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life, on whatever the occasion, on
whatever the day, or where ever you need them to meet you with their gym
shoes on and hair pulled back or to hold you back from making a complete
fool of yourself… those are your friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman, but for many it’s wrapped up in
several… one from 7th grade, one from high school, several from the
college years, a couple from old jobs, several from church, on some days
your mother, on others your sisters, and on some days it’s the one that
you needed just for that day or week that you needed someone with a
fresh perspective, or the one who didn’t know all your baggage, or the
one who would just listen without judging… those are good
girlfriends/best friends. Or the online friend that brings you smiles
and laughter, hugs too.

I thank my girlfriends, those who honor intimacy, those who hold trust,
and those who hold me up when life is just too heavy! The special bond
we share is unique.

Thanks for the words we’ve shared. The prayers we’ve sent up. The
laughs, the tears, the phone calls, the e-mails, the talking, talking,
talking and the listening, listening, listening….

So whether you’ve been there 20 minutes or 20 years + +, I love you!

Pass this on to the women that God has placed in your life to make a
difference.

Thank you Pam and Sally