Surgery update: very rough post-op all around. Dixie's in constant pain so we've had to get some injectable stuff to target the soft tissue around the wound. Yet she's so determined to stand up that she hangs on, legs trembling and head weaving from side to side until she literally collapses with no warning. If this doesn't get better overnight we'll take her back to the hospital. It doesn't help that I've acquired a headache which isn't responding to either ibuprofen or acetomenophen. Feels like I've been kicked in the back of the head.
She's eating a little, and drinking plenty. Hasn't had any trouble squatting to relieve herself which is a change from the last two operations. Things seem to be going well except for the pain. Hard to believe this is possible but I'm grateful for small gifts right now.
John's going to a Halloween party nearby for an hour or so since Dixie finally conked out from the last injection. He's going to scare them by going as the Pointy Haired Boss from Dilbert. He has this amazing suit, very chic, very tailored, which naturally he never wears to work, being a physicist and a software specialist. He wears jeans and t-shirts every day of his life. They'll scream, believe me. I made him hair cones out of black construction paper and we gelled his hair up around them so it looks pretty natural if having gelled hair cones can remotely be construed as natural.
How cute! Two sets of trick-or-treaters just came to our door. I love Halloween, not the way depressive goth-types love it but as a way of remembering what fun it was to be a kid, wearing costumes, and enjoying scaring yourself just a little, and going out begging for candy with friends. Last year we were in Fort Smith, Arkansas for Halloween, the first night of our epic journey back to California. We never had many trick-or-treaters at our Nashville place but there were always a few. I wasn't at all sure there'd be any here since we don't have a lot of kids in the neighborhood, but they turned up: a princess, a pirate, a guy dressed up in bandages who was either a mummy or an ER wannabe, and Bugs Bunny. Too bad John wasn't done getting ready for the party. He could have muttered, "Leverage your synergies," at them. Scary!
Happy Halloween, friends.
