|From Crazy as a Loom|
And I wish I could say that I took this picture with my feet planted firmly on Maine soil. But I didn't. It's an old picture.
We were supposed to leave for Maine today, just a short getaway. But yesterday afternoon, my husband called me at the studio, and suggested we cancel, said he wasn't feeling up to it.
Hmm. OK. But he is usually pretty tough, so I was suspicious.
When I got home, he was in his recliner, not saying much. But occasionally, throughout the evening, I would hear a low moan. Finally, I said, why don't we go to the ER, and find out what is going on. He refused. I can't even say what he said. But it meant NO. Loud and clear.
He went to bed at 8pm.
This morning, he woke me up at the crack of dawn, with some serious moaning, eyes squeezed shut, holding his abdomen.
I shifted gears, into my best Nurse Ratchett. YOU ARE going to the ER. NOW.
I got no argument.
In the ER, they moved quickly. It didn't take them long to figure out that he had acute appendicitis. I have to tell you, that yesterday (the day the pain started) was the 16th anniversary of my husband's liver transplant. So it goes without saying, that we both had that on our minds. When they said it was his appendix (they never said LIVER) I was pretty ecstatic. I tried to hide my elation....it seemed so inappropriate. But elated is what I was.
Funny, last night, as I was going off to sleep, I was thinking about the weaving I could get done today, and I was trying to figure out which loom I was going to be working on. I never did make a plan. Sometimes life has other plans.
His surgery was a success, perforated........yes, perforated.........appendix removed, he is on the road to recovery.
It's been a long day, I am exhausted. DH is sleeping off the pain meds, and the anesthesia. I'm finally putting my feet up for a few minutes. The dog is fed. The evening shadows are beautiful.
And the word that keeps coming to mind, as the sun sets on this crazy day, is gratitude.