Coached by the tart-tongued Yellow-dog granny, I'm practicing my new identity as Tough Love Mama:
"Sit, motherfucker. Stay!" Ok, got that one, and i can't wait to see my husband's face when I bark it out at him! I could smack him back down into the chair when I do, but I'm afraid he might clot or bleed or something. The next YDG line, "I don't look good in black," has a nice hint of dire things possibly ahead. But i think my favorite is, "I hope my next husband takes better care of himself!" So many possible dark threats in it.
Anyway, Knucklehead has a big test tomorrow to see if the shunt that was put in five years ago is still open. If it is, I'll breathe a ginormous sigh of relief because then it's becomes a matter of bleeding him and testing and retesting to see if they can manage it with phlebotomy. If not, then they'll probably have to add a second blood thinner to his daily meds, (He's been on Coumadin for five years) which has some risks, but not as many as cutting him wide open again. So here's hoping all goes well and that soon I'll be back chit chatting with all of y'all. X0X0X0 to all of you. got to go practice my lines some more................ ("Sit motherfucker! Stay!")