Update on the Imp

Cowboy here. Things turned a bit complicated. Sar's having surgery in the morning. I'll explain. The "flu" cough, chest, wheezing thing turned into something akin to pneumonia - a very mild case - but still pneumonia. A couple rounds of antibiotics pretty much cleared it up. Left her on the weak side but no lasting side effects.

The stomach flu - after a few tests - wasn't flu at all but a slight obstruction in the intestinal tract. Not a complete obstruction - a slight one - which is why she's having surgery. Better to take care of it now before it gets worse. Sar's had surgery in that area in the past - told the doc to "slice me open in the same place. No more scars!" That's my bambina. In fact, the incision is a very small one. The scar will fade.

The only concern we have is the anesthesia. Sar is highly sensitive to it and generally goes into ICU for a couple days to make sure there's no lasting side effects from it before they discharge her. The last time this happened, the imp gave them a run for their money. They were bit flabbergasted when a pizza was delivered to the ICU. Have yet to figure out how she got hold of a phone.

Damage report to date:
- She "escaped" TWICE! A marine MP caught her the first time and picked her up in a fireman's hold. Mistake. Sar pushed the pressure point behind his ear and simultaneously pushed the one in his collarbone. He dropped. She took off but the medics caught her when she ran out of steam. I caught her outside the ER showing up expectedly. A firm swat, those busy hands caught between us and she was back in bed.

- The oral antibiotics wouldn't stay down. I had to hold her down so the doc could administer a shot. She managed to land a few solid kicks on the guy. He limped out of there. There were a few choice words for me but nothing I haven't heard before. I'm kinda fond of having been "spawned from an armpit."

- The mastiff was visiting during lunch time. According to Sar, the offering consisted of apple juice, mystery meat, jello and some other mysterious thing. She gave it to the dog to sniff. The animal sneezed on it. This assured the imp it wasn't edible. Sar doesn't drink juice but food was a necessity so I commissioned the commissary cook to make hot cereal for her. That was acceptable. She's been subsisting on cereal, milkshakes, soft boiled eggs and God help me - chocolate and Twinkies.

Final notes: The nurses and orderlies adore my wife. She remembers their names and personal details. In return for favors, promises to bake pies for them. They generally do what she asks. Docs: they have to keep their distance unless absolutely necessary. She says listening is just as easy from across the room - rolling m'eyes - get too close and she threatens ugly consequences. They tend to believe her.

I expect the imp to be home by the end of the week and maybe online before then.

Cowboy