Och Aye ("Oh Yes") Janette is Okay!

Friends,

A quick blog because I'm pretty tired.

Janette's surgery went well today. They were able to go in laporoscopically (with the little cameras through three "keyholes" that make it easier to heal up) and remove her gall bladder. They found a golf-ball sized gall stone, and a bunch of little gall stones having a disco and karaoke night in her gall bladder.

They broke up the party and disbanded the disco, much to the dismay of the little gall-stoney people, and Janette is now recovering in the ward.

I went down and was able to spend some time with her.

Any of you who know Janette will understand that she just doesn't like to be in hospitals. She left the same day she had Zoe in Oregon City. . .

Well, today, she tried doing the same, but had a bout with nausea (aka the pukies) and the nurses said,

"och aye, why don't ye coom on doon tomorra mornin ta pick up yer wee lassie."

And I said, "okay," since that's the correct response to a nurse when they tell you to do something.

Its late and I'm going to bed.

Thanks for all your prayers. Keep em comin'.

Hopefully, Janette will be home tomorrow at some point, able to rest in a quiet flat the size of a doghouse with two fighting children and a whiny husband.

Nurse: "Och aye, lassie, ye might wanna stae here at the hospital for a wee while, eh?"

Janette: Did I just hear the sound of disco music. I could swear I heard the sound of disco music.

Nurse: Och aye, that's just the wee morphine ye have runnin' in yer veins.

Janette: The little gally stones. They're comin' for me!

Nurse: Dinna ya worry yisself aboot it. Take this and sleep tight.

Janette: Okay. Mmmm. This is good, it tastes kindof like lskjf oim ff s ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................................