“Your Daily M”

“The linguine is not cooked correctly”

Today was another day on “Mr. Robert’s ship the USS Reluctant” (real naval vessel was the Hewell AG-145).  And if you know the story line, nothing much happened.  Good.  She is healing at the rate her body can repair, which is good!  M is getting fed, basically Ensure until she can swallow and take on more solids.  No Inatesso Pizza Parties yet, but I cannot wait to share that event with her and a glass of w[h]ine if permitted.  So she is sleeping, breathing and working on controlling her snoring [hah]!  The Pupperooni is a CHAMPION snorer, “Moaning Myrtle” I call her.

Her Neuro-Sturgeon, Dr. Eisenbrock, came by to see Melissa.  He said the aneurysm material (I may not be a smart man but I am not a doctor, I am a set designer, Jenny) basically popped out at him when he went into that area during the procedure.  Maybe not the gusto of the scene at the dinner table in the movie “Alien”, but it released itself.  He was once again, selling the process as a “marathon, not a sprint”.  Let’s AWL PRAY it is not 26.2 miles but 13.1.  That is up to the healing angels or forces of the universe (whatever you prescribe to).  Do we capitalize the word “angels” if they are not in Los Angeles, Anaheim or California? (Sorry for the baseball reference).  So the Doctor is slowly increasing the saline flow to help get that swelling down in a very gradual manner.  He was very personable and informative.  He also said that the procedure went well Saturday but every case is different.  Our brains are the same yes but there are variations etc.  Maybe that is why Melissa cannot upload photos to the HIP MutherSHIP and I can [hah].  But she knows her playground designs, plant material and how to be a REAL professional.  I am learning from her ever so slowly, but like a sponge—and my name ain’t Bob, and there will be no musical on my watch.

She now has a EEG machine attached to her head and a head band that looks kinda HIP.  Picture the Fife player in the Archibald Willard painting. M would not like the look unless it were Halloween or a scarf from Hermès.  This will measure her brainwave activity.  They fitted me with it first to test the machine and told me to get a job on the TV show “Walking Dead”.

I heard her say “yes” in a very breathy shallow tone, almost in a Lauren Bacall way.  Which is SO encouraging and she recognized me when she had her eyes open.  She also said something like, “the Linguine is not cooked correctly” repeatedly. That is Grogg for, “is Mom cooking dinner.” She is still groggy and resting those brown eyes until it is “show time”.

These people are taking great care of our M.  She will never know how much they do or the depth of their persistence to get her back on track.  Dedicated professionals taking care of a real care giver/pro.

*For those who are reading, go to your Primary Care Physician and get a complete physical.  Don’t wait 3 years, because your body changes with age, your diet and the stress you load into it.  Hypertension is not a good thing.