Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Light at the end and September 11, 2001

It's over.

Almost.

My husband had surgery this afternoon and it went well. His doctor said she couldn't have asked for a better surgery. Thank God. What a long day. He came out of recovery at 7PM and was just about asleep when I left. I would have stayed with him, but with the kids, it was impossible. He was in quite a bit of pain, but the nurse was giving him something for it, so hopefully he'll be able to rest tonight. He hasn't gotten a whole lot of sleep these past few days - I'm hoping he'll make up for that tonight. Poor baby. I never really thought about how seeing him so vulnerable would affect me, but it did. When they moved him from the gurney to his bed, he let out a cry of pain I've never heard before and my first impulse was to punch the nearest person in scrubs. But I was good - I sat on my hands and gritted my teeth.

I'll write more in the next few days, but frankly, I'm wiped out. I'm taking a hot shower and zoning out to Dirty Jobs until I go to bed.

I also wanted to to take a moment to remember what happened six years ago today. Part of me still doesn't believe it when I'm on the Pike and can't see the Twin Towers on the skyline any longer. I will never forget the horror of that day, nor will I forget the reaction of people - both here and all around the world - we can never forget. Never. Six years have passed in the blink of an eye - but we must remain diligent in remembering what happened in New York City, at the Pentagon, and in an old strip mining field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. We must remember.

Always.

More later - I'm off to have dinner and then go to sleep. It's been a long day.

2 comments:

burgy61 said...

I'm glad to hear that your hubby is doing fine, and that the surgery went well.

"When they moved him from the gurney to his bed, he let out a cry of pain I've never heard before and my first impulse was to punch the nearest person in scrubs."

This quote made me think about how I acted the day my son needed stitches between his eyes. they refused to let my wife or me into the room while they sewed him up. We listened to him scream for about an hour, when they said we could go in I hit the door so hard that everyone in the room backed away from Michael. The first words out of the Doctors mouth were, "He didn't feel anything, see its white, we numbed the area."

Kim said...

I've had the same impulse where my kids are concerned as well. Last year, my daughter had to have propylactic rabies vaccinations last year and the first of the shots is the worst - she screamed and my husband practically had to hold me back. It was awful. But at least that's behind us as well =)