Hitting the Road, Hoping for the Best

Yesterday was one of those down days for Firstborn. Although the healing continues—she can open both eyes enough to read a little, there are hints of cheekbones, the nose stents/braces (whatever they’re called) are out—sleeping is dicey and catch as catch can. Fatigue set in, there were questions in those banged up eyes: did I do the right thing, is this all going to be worth it…

…does my frigging mother have to look so determined about those Q-tips dripping with peroxide…

Yeah, about that. I offer a suggestion. If the Q-tip is at the recommended 2-3″ up a nostril, doing a flirty twirl and flip, up and out, do not make the patient laugh. Don’t. Just don’t.

The surgeon stops by every day, does a quick once-over, says it looks good see you tomorrow, and offered some hope the most annoying stitches right under the nostrils will come out soon. The long line of 200+ stitches should be out early next week.

Patience, grasshopper.

This all would be a helluva lot easier if we were at home. Speaking of… I have to leave Ro and hit the road today. Our farm-sitter has an endurance event this weekend so we’re short on helping hands feeding critters. Ro has some friends who will visit this afternoon and take care of her. I’ll do the turnpike shuffle, take care of stuff at home and return tomorrow.

Three+ hours round trip, traffic and road construction willing.

To be honest, I’m antsy to get home, to see Little Miss Mayhem, clean the bird cages, say hi to Czar and Mr. Bob, the girls and Tex. Mostly I need a night’s sleep on my own memory foam mattress. This week will go down in history as the most miserable of my life, sleep-wise and aching-back-wise.

Gawd, I hate futons!

But before that I need to make another trip to Acme and stock up on fluids, applesauce, gooey stuff she can eat with a spoon. I’ll bring back eggs from home, the real deal from the girls, so I can make her scrambled eggs. She needs protein, badly.

Fingers crossed I can bring her home soon. Meantime, I’ll be on the road, day-tripping from here on out.

In the near future I’ll have some dandy book recommendations after plowing through 10 books in 5 days.

Until then,  peace.


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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4 Responses to Hitting the Road, Hoping for the Best

  1. Lyn Ehley says:

    Thanks for keeping us posted. Be careful on the roads. You need some much deserved rest. Good Mommy.


  2. May God bless your travels and most of all, Ro’s healing with ease and with swiftness. Tell her all the hard times will be worth it and the pain will be a thing of the past. Much like giving birth, once the baby is born, you see that beautiful life that’s been created and the pain is all but forgotten.


  3. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    You two are definitely in the running for Most Awesome Duo Award. Lots and lots of love and hugs!! Be safe and careful!


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