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Delayed Hump Day Happy

February 11th, 2009 (05:50 pm)

current mood: busy

This right here is someone I like to call Oh No, I Would NEVER Keep You Awake All Night With My Crying and Barking.

Tyson sleeps in a crate at night because he can't be trusted not to make an appetizer of electrical cords. This is never a problem at Tim's. Thursday night when Tim went in the hospital, Tyson and Rex stayed at Tim's with Greg, and Greg said Rex was fine, but Tyson had a little trouble falling asleep. Since Tyson was going to adoption day on Saturday, we moved his crate over here and he spent Friday night with us. He whimpered a few times, but nothing serious. Saturday night, I didn't put them in their crates until 4 a.m., and they were too tired to care. Sunday night, Tyson barked and cried all night long, so Monday night, I just shut all four dogs in the room with us and let them sleep uncrated because I was too exhausted to listen to him.

When I told Tim what was going on, he said Tyson was upset because he couldn't SEE us. So we moved Rex's and Tyson's crates into our bedroom, intending to let the boys sleep in their crates and Margot and Guinness sleep with us (as usual). This left us with only a small path to move through our bedroom, plus we have to keep one of the bedroom doors closed to make room for a super size crate. But we don't care because it worked. The barking and crying stopped.

Now Rex and Tyson actually want to get in their crates, but they keep getting taken over by squatters. Today, I intended to do a bunch of stuff, including taking a nap. Guinness and Margot stretched out together in Rex's crate, Rex curled up against my back, and Tyson had my legs pinned down in case I tried to escape.

He needn't have worried. When I went to the hospital early this morning, Tim looked fantastic. While I was there, they moved him out of ICU and into a room. He's on serious pain medication and is very sleepy, so I'm staying away in hopes that he can get rest. He's doing really, really well. Later, I'm taking back his gum, Jolly Ranchers, phone charger, jammies of his own to wear, and whatever else will fit in my backpack.

Yesterday, I spent most of the day looking at this:

Except sometimes when the door would open and I'd see things like this:

Tim isn't visible behind a curtain at the end of that long hall, but I could see his anesthesiologist and assistants giving him his thoracic epidural. A few vertebrae lower, and he could have given birth.

Speaking of babies...

That's the baby from the King Cake Greg brought us last week from New Orleans. They can no longer put the baby IN the cake (lawsuits!), so they sort of stick it under the cake. Anyway, I didn't eat so many slices of King Cake because it was delicious and I'm a hog. I did it to find the baby. Except Greg found it. Now the baby can find YOU something to be happy about--OTHER than Tim's recovery and Tyson's restful nights--from this book if you comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.


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