cheezbugga, cheezbugga

Lounging vertically on the sofa, Bob had his first post-goiter dream this morning.  I was doing some Rigorous Morning Overhauls on the last book of the Alvin's Farm series as he silently napped, he is so quiet now!  When he woke, his soft voice raspy not just from neck surgery but a recovering right vocal chord (pinched by that awful goiter), he noted he had dreamed about a cheeseburger, his first dream since Monday.

I asked if the cheeseburger was fresh.  He said no, that it had been microwaved.  That was all he remembered.

He's doing so well considering he lost a good amount of blood.  No transfusion was needed, but the lead-up to surgery wasn't easy; his trachea had been reduced to half a centimeter in diameter and a camera would be eased down his throat before the tube to put him under.  And this would all be done while he was still awake!  Right before they wheeled him away, he was sucking down lidocaine to numb his throat, very unpleasant, but he recalls nothing of the ten minutes it took them to position the fiber-optic camera, then the anesthetic tube.  They said he was patient, and all he recalls is one asking the other if he'd been given the purple yet.  No, came the answer, then Bob was out.

No idea what the purple was, and now he's dreaming of cheeseburgers.  I am so relieved and pleased for how everything went, the wonderful surgical team and fabulous nurses afterwards.  It's going to be a while before Bob is truly back on his feet, so in the meantime, if you're looking for writing-type posts, I started a new Year Of blog on the first of December, which might run for thirteen months, we'll see how I'm feeling late next November.  A Year Of Publishing, Independently is the exact title, full of all things indie publishing.  I've not yet had time to properly announce it, but I suppose a dreamy cheeseburger is the perfect herald.  A Year Of Writing, With Hummingbirds will wind down in a few weeks, but I will finish For God And Country this month or eat a cheeseburger trying!

Or Bob will enjoy one for me, either in sleep or held in his recovering hands...