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Mere and her mom got into a huge project last night about how to make 'proper' orangeade. Susan's recipe is basically fresh good orange juice mixed with fresh good lemon juice, cut with water and sugar and away you go. Very robust, strong drink. Mere liked the project...not so much the final result. She prefers her OJ a lot weaker and NO PULP.
Through the last week or so, Mere's reaction to me being home and ill / recovering from the surgery has been interesting. She didn't care at all for Daddy coming back with no beard, that ugly thing on his neck, and acting tired, dopey and out of it. She's used to me doing all sorts of snappy patter back and forth, being head-deep in her studies and homework, and being intellectually lively. Groggy and listless was upsetting.
She did her durndest after that to see what she could do to makle Daddy feel better. Lots of little nice, sweet things to make sure Daddy knew that he was loved and looked after, lots of cuddles and even going to the length of getting Daddy a beanie-baby bear on one rare trip out. And that was wonderful medicine for Daddy. It made me so proud of my little girl...
Actually, she was the healthiest. Susan had a bad dose of cold/bronchitis/sinusitis, and Susan's mom got gout from eating too much bacon, and I was pretty much flat out. But they all have done their best to look after me and make me feel better, and I'm very grateful. Including not yelling at me for things I mislaid or messed up when I was spacy. I noticed, and thank you, guys.
The reaction is dwindling quickly, leaving a seriously red-looking skin around the incision that I pray will go away, and the beard will cover some of that when I regrow it. That won't happen for a little while, at least until the doctor is done with keeping an eye on the surgical line. The itching is dying way down, and I'm starting to get less zonked from the drugs and trying now to stay off of them for the present. I have too much to catch up on around here in the way of paperwork and taxes and whatnot, and this is a perfect time to do it. I can't do much of that when I'm goofy with drugs, though.
Here's a link to the household pictures from last night, mostly taken by Meredith. Enjoy.