Recovery Day 15

Mom and I came to visit with Dad today.  He is very uncomfortable talking, so we are reading his comments as he writes them.  He has pretty crummy handwriting when he's feeling good.  Not much conversation taking place, but we are able to walk with him and show him we love him.

He's due to have the stomach line for 1 or 2 more days, then a day of rest, then reintroduction of foods.  Please pray that his stomach responds.  He is getting nourishment via a catheter that runs from under his left bicep through a main artery to his chest area.

I'm sure many of you thought I was joking about the dog and the recliner.  Not so. See??

 

Bella on her throne after her daily mid-day
snack of ham.

 I have finished the chores Dad gave me to do.  The shed has a fresh coat of paint and I was able to patch a couple of holes in the roof as well.

I told Jessica I am happy to let our painter continue
 to do the painting on our jobs.  Omar, your job is not at risk.

 

One more note before I leave.  Mom took me out for the absolute world's best lunch the other day.  I'm not just being kind  -  this was legit.  See below and drool.

This is a landmark in downtown Sacramento.

 

This is a dungenous crab sandwich  -  no fillers.  As good as it gets.
 

 

Mine is the big one. A Jersey sundae.  Toasted almond ice cream with chocolate/malted whipped cream.
 

This lunch would be perfect for a 26 year old.  I am 30 years too late, but it was good anyway.  Thanks Mom.