“Help yourself to some salad,“ said my wife, pushing an attractive bowl of feta, tomato and cucumber in my direction. I gazed at the pair of salad tongs tucked in the bowl, at the ready, for a two-handed person.
"I can't help myself,“ I said.
We both laughed.
Habit a stern taskmaster. Even in my second of six weeks of having my left arm in a sling, immobilized with a foam pillow against my chest, our default occasionally still is: I can do it myself. Which, to be fair, sometimes I can. And sometimes I can't.
The good news is the surgery went well, the torn rotator cuff repaired, apparently, and I am off narcotics and on the mend. Sleeping in a chair in the TV room — 10 days and counting — is not the brutal hardship I had imagined, and quite necessary when twisting in my sleep could rip out the surgeon's handiwork. Don't want that.
Plus, it's a really nice chair. A blue leather electric recliner. When we bought it, I worried it was a cross between a prop from "Wall-E" and a medical device for the infirm. Now I'm glad it is.
My wife has been extraordinarily helpful and while I don't wanna speak for her, I'm fairly confident she'd agree that the process has been generally endurable, even pleasant, generally, at least more pleasant than I anticipated it would be.
There's been a surprising amount of laughter. The biggest laugh came on Tuesday, when I joined Edie outside for the morning dog walk and then was invigorated enough to actually go up to my office and give writing by dictation a try. Which is how I am doing this now. Weird for a touch typist since the 7th grade, and there are definite kinks in the system. I say "surely" and it types, stupidly, "Shirley." But it works well enough.
Toward lunchtime, I walked downstairs. into the living room and kissed her on the head
"I feel almost like my old self again,” I said
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she replied, not missing a beat.
We both laughed so hard I almost felt lightheaded.
"I feel almost like my old self again,” I said
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she replied, not missing a beat.
We both laughed so hard I almost felt lightheaded.

That's what older man do...
ReplyDeleteThey kiss their spouses on the head.
I do it to Cindy all the time.
What you said to Edie reminded me of those early 60s Bromo-Seltzer TV spots.
And how we oh-so-clever 8th grade boys altered it into a snarky one-liner:
"If you're a [rhymes with promo], take a Bromo...and wake up feeling yourself again.".
A kiss on the top of the head is from a dad to daughter
Deletean older man can still kiss spouse on the cheek at least
I remember that one. And the Comet song. "It'lll make your teeth so green!" The way that songs, jokes, and satires got around by word of mouth was amazing.
DeleteI think bromo has a new meaning these days.
Couldn't find it. But "chomo" is prison slang for "child molester."
DeleteMister S wrote about that last year, back in September, at EGD.
I'm sure you'll be a big help to her one day too. Ah, yes, she'll have to help with the dog too now. What do you do when she's not home?
ReplyDeleteI think I'd have gone with some pain pills, not the super addictive kind and the physical therapy. Good luck.
ReplyDelete🥰
ReplyDeleteSo pleased the surgery went well and that you are on the way to a smooth recovery, with humor as abundant as ever.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear you are nicely on the mend. And that you and your wife have kept your sense of humor through it all. So important when healing the body!
ReplyDeleteSuch a treat to have you back! Every morning I look : Is he there yet? Having had shoulder replacement myself, sounds like you’re right on track, or even ahead in your recovery. 👏👏
ReplyDeleteMissed you and your comments! Continue to get better!
ReplyDeleteI am serious. And don’t call me Shirley. :- )
ReplyDeleteAirplane! was a great movie.
DeleteWell played...
DeleteWelcome back, Neil! You got this!
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Neil!
ReplyDeleteSurely you jest.
ReplyDeleteYou've brought sunshine to a rainy day! Thank you for giving us loyal readers a much needed update. You and Edie make quite the couple. You are truly blessed to have each other. May the road to recovery be a smooth one. Judy
ReplyDeleteGlad the recovery is going so well. And glad you have such a funny wife!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're on the mend and back at it, you've been missed. Welcome back!!
ReplyDeleteSo glad things went well and you are feeling better.... But almost spit my coffee out with the "Oh, I'm so sorry" remark.
ReplyDeleteso glad the surgery is in the rearview mirror and your recovery is progressing. Nice to see an email with a link to your blog today. I wasn't expecting that so soon.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to "hear" your voice again and happy that all went so well.
ReplyDeleteOnward and upward, Neil. Glad you’re doing well and I love your wife’s sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteGood to ‘hear’ from you Neil! Glad surgery is over and you are recuperating. A welcome surprise to see your email this morning.
ReplyDeleteGood News! Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear you’re successfully on the mend. Welcome back Mr S!
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky to have her.
ReplyDeleteWelcome Back! Happy to hear all is moving along.
ReplyDeleteA good spouse is everything!
Your dear wife reminds me of my better half. I know she loves me, but I sometimes feel like Rodney Dangerfield.
ReplyDeleteThis is all completely lovely. Welcome back. Keep being careful.
ReplyDeleteI'll be 80 years old in about 30 minutes. So, I'll consider this EGD revival an early birthday present. Glad to hear the surgery was successful, but even more delighted to hear Edie's "Oh, I'm so sorry" comment. She is a gem. You are a very lucky man.
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