I can relate to this little guy

April 27, 2016 - Wednesday

47 degrees/sunny/breezy

Pentoga Road

After several days of monsoon-like weather with the rainfall being measured in the inches, it appears spring might be back on track. 

Those on the East Coast, at least in Maine, weren't nearly as lucky. Their precipitation fell as snow. Luke sent this picture:

My friend Eileen also sent one that shows her lilac buds covered in snow.

The lilac looks more like late season cotton just before harvest time. 

Page Two:

The hernia surgery went well on Tuesday with the surgeon finding not one, but two, when he sliced me open. 

All the staff in the Ambulatory Care Unit are so nice. Patient care, knowledge, and understanding, mixed with a bit of humor are all alive and well at our hospital. Unlike many of the horror stories I read concerning other hospitals, these folks can't move fast enough to accommodate their patients.  

I'm told I was on the operating table for well over an hour. I know the doctor had to untangle some of my insides, cords, and other stuff that had wrapped around each other, then sewed mesh to cover the interior abdominal wall. 

For Sargie, it was a day of hurrying then waiting. Other than during the actual procedure, she was with me every step of the way. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my Sargie.

Last night was a rough one. I'd resisted taking the prescribed pain medication, but at 2 AM, when I was unable to get out of bed or even turn over without numbing pain, Sargie shoved two pills down my throat and told me to swallow. As usual, she knew what was best and I was soon in a deep sleep. It was the same scenario this morning and once again, it was Sargie to the rescue. 

Currently, I'm relatively pain free and even shuffled up to Neighbor Mike's and back earlier this morning. I've had enough procedures in the past to realize that today and tomorrow will probably be the worst with each day getting easier as time goes along. Until then, I'll take my short walks and rest between.

Excuse me if you would, but I'm not feeling too chatty this morning. It's time to lay back down and close my eyes. 

After all, a man's work in never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...