Yes, it’s true and I thought it would never be here. Like many prisoners, I am actually crossing the days off on the tiny calendar that sits in front of my computer monitor. Will my husband get to return to our bedroom to sleep? I often awaken in the night and think I hear him breathing beside me. When I reach over to touch him, I remember that he’s not there anymore. I did that last night and touched our Siamese cat whom it scared the wits out of. But he soon settled down again and snuggled back tight against me. His life has been upside down, too.
Where is my husband, you wonder. He’s downstairs in the TV room wrapped snugly in a duvet cover because in the high altitude in which we live, our monsoon rains continue day and night and keep the temperatures rather cool. And let’s face it, fall is staring us right in the face here in the high country. It looks like nobody lives here with untended flower beds and weeds and grass to our knees. But there’s light at the end of the tunnel now and I’m sprinting toward it.
It has now been seven weeks since he had surgery on his rotator cuff and when he fell way back on April 13th, he did more damage than is average. Therefore, his recuperation is two weeks longer than the average bear’s, as well. It has been a complete nightmare.
His reaction to 4.5 hours of anesthetic made him confused day and night for 17 days. After two weeks of having absolutely no sleep at all, I took him to the family doc who solved that with, of all things, 3 mg. melatonin. Having always been skeptical of the magic that supplement is touted to perform, I have to tell you it’s the answer to my prayers. He sleeps like a baby now. We did have one night where he got up, made a pot of coffee, sat down and drank a cup and didn’t know he did it. He was stunned to find a luke-warm partial pot of coffee waiting when he got up the next morning. Doc said that’ll happen once in awhile. Apparently, he is sleep walking, which he did a lot as a youngster.
On the positive side, my hair had time to grow out and I didn’t care how it looked because the unusual high humidity makes me look like Janis Joplin anyway. Although on really rainy days, I look more like a French poodle. But we’re pretty much confined, so who’s gonna know? Everything is relative and compared to the rest of it, my hair is the least of my worries.
And that, my friends, is my excuse for neglecting my blog for the last month, plus a few days and I’m sticking to it. I do have a manuscript being read by a new publisher and hope my next novel, SNOW ANGEL, a sequel to FOOTPRINTS IN THE FROST, will be coming soon. Please don’t abandon me yet because winter’s coming and I’ll be writing my little arthritic fingers off again.