From Chicken Fettucini Alfredo to Beef Wellington and Asparagus with Hollandaise...

Robert would have blogged already...but he has been trying to connect the dots.  From the dots...errr staples on his belly...to the last 12 days of his life.  12 days...some of which was in a drug induced stupor.  He may not remember much on those days...but Darleen and I wish we didn't remember any of it. 

Something he does remember is quite entertaining...his dreams.  Letting the rabbits out of the room...eating at CiCi's buffet with his mom and I...living in Sunnyvale (which sounds like some terrifying Stepford Wife-type town)...and a "heated" argument with the Devil.  I would love to have been a fly on the wall during that one.  Although his dreams might become more infrequent and not as memorable...we are happy to say goodbye to the opiate haze.

Yesterday afternoon, a J tube was placed into Robert's abdomen.  The scars on his belly will heal much faster than the scars on his heart but we will GIT R DONE.  Tube feeds start tomorrow.  He wants to go home yesterday but Friday seems more likely. 

We know that although we feel like our world has stopped...everyone elses continues.  We struggle to find the positives of this situation...but I have come up with the following.  Both of our homes are clean.  Bonus.  Clifford got a bath.  Sweet.  Our electricity bills will be way cheaper this month.  That will help with the 20% of a gajillion we will owe.  Less laundry...saves water...because we are so green.  Green...not our lawns...green because we aren't there to water it.  Its not just "Casual Friday" anymore...its casual everyday.  Clean sheets daily.  I think their thread count is higher than our own.  I haven't found a mint on my pillow yet but getting hazelnut creamer in my coffee every morning makes up for it. A tangible reason why we haven't done anything else to plan our wedding or pick up my dress.  A new found love of blogs, socks with anti-slip grids, neverending supply of toilet paper, the IV pump which seemingly acts like a sound machine, Central Market Pecan Pound Cake (Baked Crack...basically), Hot Spots, Saran Wrap, Pink Nitrile gloves and the Name That Bag nightly game.  We also have each other...amazing boys...selfless family...supportive friends...understanding employers...  We have alot.  We are thankful.  We are blessed to have what we have.  We know this but wanted to remind you. 

--Jaime