They pulled out the breathing tube this afternoon. SHE'S OFF THE VENT. :-)
We're all happy about that. That vitals pic I posted is actually of her after the tube is out. She's working kind of hard to breathe but lately that's typical. She's hoarse but she can whisper to us and her being able to tell us what she needs is SO good. She's still a little sluggish and she's in a ton of pain. She's also got a wicked cough, but that comes from the tube and the surgery and stuff - it will improve. She is coughing up some icky gunk, but they say that's normal.
So today is a good day. (I didn't even have to use my A-K.)
I want to talk about something. A lot of people have dropped me notes about how my devotion is admirable and that sort of thing. I appreciate those comments a lot, I really do, but I'm not sure how to respond to them. You know that Chris Rock bit where he's comparing "niggaz" to "black people" and he talks about how you don't brag about doing something you're supposed to do?
Here it is:
"Niggaz always want credit for some shit they supposed to do. They'll brag about stuff a normal man just does. They'll say something like, 'Yeah, well I take care of my kids.' You're supposed to, you dumb motherfucker! 'I ain't never been to jail.' Whaddya want, a cookie? You not supposed to go to jail, you low-expectation-having motherfucker!"That's how I feel about this. I mean, okay, I'm happy to be a good husband and all, but it's not like I'm doing something extraordinary or above and beyond, you know? In sickness and in health, right? I think I said that part. What am I going to do, say 'oh this is too much of a bother' and bolt? Ha.
So anyway. Don't get me wrong. I do like to get those comments - anything that picks me up a bit is completely welcome right now. :-)
Time to eat, I have pork chops in the microwave getting cold.