A Welcomed Homecomin'

Jim again. Krissy has nominated me to continue her blog on her behalf. Sure, she just had major surgery, includin’ the removal of 20 lymph nodes from her right armpit, which directly inhibits her ability to type, but I suspect that she secretly enjoys havin’ her own personal scribe. Whatever. She just filed tax returns on my behalf, so I’ll call it even.

I apologize for the lack of blog updates. ‘Tween carin’ for Krissy an’ my son, James, a.k.a. J. Cube (James III), a.k.a. JP3, a.k.a. King James, etc., I have had lil’ time to eat, let alone type. (I’ve lost five pounds thus far.) My goal is to write as much as possible, but currently, there just aren’t ‘nough hours in my day.

Providin’ some much needed relief is May, Krissy’s sister, who flew in from Singapore to assist in care. She will be stayin’ with us for one month an’ she has been an enormous help. I wouldn’t have been able to tend to both Krissy an’ James’ needs without her. If anyone has a clonin’ machine, please post yo’ contact info.

Anyway, Krissy was discharged on March 23, 2011 after a six-day stay in the hospital. Our insurance company tried to throw her out on the previous day, but luckily her doctor stepped in an’ ordered more rest. Per her insurance company’s matrix, patients should be recovered ‘nough to leave within five days. (Can you quantify an exact recovery time? Apparently.)

Now that she is home, Krissy’s spirits have greatly improved. For starters, she’s much more mobile. She walks small distances, performs light-impact strengthenin' exercises an' on occasion, stands an' sits on her own. (Bear in mind, Krissy had two major surgeries at once with an estimated eight-week recovery period.)

Secondly, her comfortability with her familiar surroundings is apparent. Although the hospital staff cared for her dutifully, requestin' assistance from May an' I is more to her liken' than to ask strangers. Generally, we're more sympathetic to her pain.

Thirdly, the biggest change since bein' back home is that Krissy was able to see her son for the first time in nearly a week. (Baby James was banned from the hospital due to his parents' mysophobia an' his pension for maulin’ his loved ones, which would have adversely affected Krissy’s recovery.) Given her occupation of full-time homemaker/super mommy, Krissy’s absence from James was traumatic for her an’ she eagerly anticipated their reunion. (James tried to play it off as no big deal, but he later confided that he really missed her.) His mere presence is better than any prescribed pharmaceutical.

With chemicals dissipatin' from her bloodstream, Krissy is more lucid in thought an' enjoys readin' all of yo' well wishes. Thank you for yo' continued concern an' support.

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