A Prayer For Lady Margi

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to the update. Margi and I were talking and she(not really wanting a hospital bed) said you know, if we had a recliner, that might do the trick. I said that we do, my 2 piece recliner with foot stool down in the war room(what a former combat soldier calls his man cave with all of the military memorabilia). No that's yours to watch the big tv and entertain old friends( through Jason's mind rolls- I'm not going to help Margi due to selfishness?). Margi is now resting very comfortably in the recliner in the female parlor beside the fire place and in front of the tv. She's also not in the living room where anyone who comes to the front door can stare at her. She had me call Home Hospice and tell them to put the hospital bed on hold for now.

Jason

 

Thanks Very Much. It's good to have a laugh these days.

Jason

 

:cornut: It is so much easier(not easy but easier) with yawl's prayers, good vibes, encouragement, and just the right sprinkling of humor. I almost said that if y'all only knew how much y'all are truly helping Margi and me; but of course, y'all already know and that's why y'all continue the encouragement.

Jason

 

Thanks DaveO. To the others- DaveO and I have equally sick minds and as such, he is able to say humorous things that make me laugh but that others perhaps would think callous or offensive. Nope. Just DaveO and Jason's odd ball/gallows sense of humor.

Jason

 

Funny that you should mention the 'cold hands' routine Don but unfortunately you're too late. I think that it was about massage #2 that that very thing happened. I was keeping it top secret(have you been spying on me?) as it made me feel like a complete idiot especially after 35yrs of automatically and faithfully warming the stethoscope and hands prior to examining a patient. On this day my common sense(which I don't have much of to begin with and have always depended on Margi for) had dived right out of the window with my brain in tow as Margi said that she needed a massage. So I placed my ice block hands right on the skin of Margi's mid back in the very sensitive 'tickle area'. Poor Margi's eyes got as big as platters, her entire spine instantly arched into full extension and she instinctively inhaled a huge breath in a micro second causing rapid diaphragmatic pressure on the pancreas thereby causing a rapid but brief (thank God) increase in pain. My 'little voice' (remember Thomas Magnum?) immediately starts screaming "you moronic Nazi thug, do you even realize what you just did to the helpless Lady that you supposedly love?" I would have shot myself had I had a weapon in hand. The pain passed rapidly though as I pulled my hands away and replaced her blanket at warp speed and started massaging through the blanket. I just wanted to crawl under the bed and die. Fortunately the pain spike rapidly decreased and Margi said that her pain was now almost gone. While I'm profusely apologizing, groveling, and begging forgiveness, Margi smiles and massages my hands to warm them. Yup that's the way it happened. We both smile about it now but, at the time............................:crazy:. Thanks for the prayers Don(and every one here at MA).

Jason