This is Going to Hurt Me More Than it Hurts You...

Here we are on the 3 week anniversary of Jo's surgery and, magically, she is almost as good as new. She is cruising all over the house with just her cane, she says she feels great and it's as if the last 3 weeks were just a dream.

I asked Jo, "Do you remember waking up in the middle of the night and begging me for more pain medication?"

"Nope."

"Do you remember going to Swedish Hospital in the ambulance."

"Not really."

"How about getting me up every 2 hours to help you out of bed and then back into bed."

"Hmmmmm........no."

These days, Jo sleeps peacefully. It is I who wakes up with the cold sweats, worried that if I close my eyes again I'll be back in the jungles of Vietnam, the bombs going off all around me. The Viet Cong are closing in on my location, while I lay beneath the waters of the river bed, breathing through a straw, hoping not to get caught...okay, maybe I was still in diapers when Vietnam ended, but I could have nightmares about Desert Storm, although I never did leave the comfort of my engineering office during the entire campaign.

Anyway, it's funny to look back over the last 3 weeks and realize that Jo remembers very little of it. Just today, she asked Emily who got her the get well balloon and bear. Emily had to remind her that she had gotten it for Jo herself.

Most of my concern centered around how much pain Jo had, but 3 weeks later she has almost no recollection of that pain. It makes you wonder...if Jo can't remember it, did it actually happen? In Jo's mind, or you might even say that in her perception of reality, it actually didn't happen.

Bring on the right hip!!!