The unsung hero … (AKA WWU)
No – it’s not me, if I were the hero – I would be quite vocal about it!
The true hero is the octogenarian (AKA Little Old Man) ON blood thinners WITH A NOSE BLEED (read: it will never stop): He’s so stoic and brave, as his frail wife sits quietly in the corner of the treatment room, wide-eyed and scared, watching her life-partner (and the healthier of the pair) endure hours of torture designed to help … Finally the decision is made – as no amount of pressure, cautery, anterior packing or nasally instilled medications are helping – posterior packing is the only solution … (I’ve described this process before here)
He’s quick-witted and curmudgeonly, but so amazingly tolerant! There’s no way a 20-something could handle it (shoot, I couldn’t either – truth be told) … The situation pulled at my (nearly non-existent, Grinch-style) heart strings … making me a hovering, devoted, caring nurse (read: BETTER nurse – very ‘Florence Nightingale-esque’ – without the STD’s) … right up until his beastly, bossy, snarly (umm … EVIL) adult child showed up in the 11th hour, to ‘save the day’ … I pray him an easy, speedy recovery and promise NOT to wish any voodoo curses on his offspring.
Meanwhile – my week ahead: My tax preparation is DONE! YAY and (double) happy dance time! We meet with our accountant tomorrow … But I start the day with this month’s DARN SANE meeting. While I accept tomorrow morning will stink (emotionally) for me, I am soooo hopeful the mood doesn’t continue post-tax appointment (HEY, it could happen!) …
Either way – once I make it past the next 24 hours, the remainder of the week is MINE! NOTHING but studio-time, darn it!
And, while I still have a hot-tub in my front yard … it is progressing. She’s getting a no-maintenance face lift … Nice! I’m hoping DH will have her installed and running by the end of this week. [fingers crossed]