It is now 4:35 p.m. and I’m just now about to go to bed.  Before, I do, I thought I’d fill y’all in a little on what’s happened overnight….

Hazel had a good day yesterday and in the evening (as things often do) things got nuts.  She had a bit of a temperature around midnight and they were a little concerned.  They did some chest xrays, ekgs and stuff and all that ended up ok. Mr. Smiff came down about 2 a.m. to help convince her to let them draw blood.  Amazing with control freaks, even when their mind is not with them, there’s still that part of them that wants to be in control.

Then, this morning, nausea became a problem and she got sick.  Very, very sick.  I have discovered that holding puke pans is not my spiritual gift.  We just about had two of us throwing up.  Thank goodness, my sister in law was gifted with the catching. Long story short.. she had some innerd issues that was affecting her breathing.  After some handy work by the Resident (No Dr. McDreamy’s here, although this one feller was fairly cute) and the wonderful nurses, they got a tube in her to drain some of that problem stuff and she was like a different person. She is MUCH better.  It was pretty scary and oh my gosh, what a helpless feeling.  That thing about the third day after surgery is true. 

Her doctor said it’s a good idea to hold back on visitors for now.  We really had to put our foot down with people and everybody has been great with that.  This woman has so many friends, all who want to come check on her, afraid her feelings will be hurt if they don’t come.   Trust me, her feelings will not be hurt.  We want her to get back to normal ASAP and the more she rests, the quicker that will happen. 

She did have a couple special visitors today…her baby brother Henry and his wife showed up on their way back to North Carolina after driving out west.  I can’t tell you what comfort that was to see them coming down the hall.

While we’re at it, hug a nurse today.  Those are some hard working people who have the ability to keep their heads clear at very difficult moments and every one Hazel has had has had the patience of Job and have taken care of her with loving care and the utmost professionalism. High fives for Belinda, Joan, Malaya, Stella and Valarie.

Anyway, thank you again for your continued thoughts and prayers.  They are being felt, not only by Hazel, but, by the rest of the family.  We knew this was going to be a rough road at the get go.  I will tell you this, my children’s grandmother is made out of some strong stuff.