Ah the weekend…I think. The days are so blended that the only way I know that anything is different is that the parking garage doesn’t fill up on the weekends. It was, however, a beautiful, sunny day in Dallas, and there were very high wind gusts. From Katy’s window, though, it was a gorgeous, sunny day. I know that she enjoyed looking out her window today.
Katy’s overall condition hasn’t changed much. Her temp came down to the 102-104 range, and she was awake most of the day. The nurse called me in the middle of the night due to Katy’s chest tube clotting and being restricted by the clots. The doctors put an anti-coagulant in the peural area to unclog the drain tube, and it seems to have worked…maybe too well. Katy went from draining 150cc in 14 hours to 400cc in about an hour. That is great for the fluid in the area, but it did make her blood pressure drop. The doctor thinks that the blood pressure dropped due to the lung expanding rapidly. They put a clamp on the drain tube to let her blood pressure regulate, and then they slowly allowed it to drain by removing the clamp in small bursts. I’m not sure if this will remove the need for her to have surgery on the area. I hope it does, but if surgery is the only way to be sure she won’t get infection, then I am for it.
So far Katy’s cultures have been negative on any growth. That is a really good thing! I can’t waint until words like “cultures,” “growths,” “lasiks,” and “procedures” are no longer a part of our daily vocabulary. As far as I know, she is still scheduled to have her wounds examined and cleaned on eaither Monday or Tuesday.
Story time! I’m sorry that I have been too tired to write much, or very well, the last few days. For some reason the events of the last few days took an unusually high toll on me mentally and emotionally. I thought I would share a couple of stories from our honeymoon. We took our honeymoon in Cozumel, and we loved it. We always have talked about wanting to take the kids back there. On one day trip, we rented a scooter, and decided to explore a couple of sites and Cozumel City. I had ridden a scooter as a main mode of transportation while I lived in Chicago, but Katy had never been on one. It is way different than a motorcycle. The wheels are much smaller and very close together. She got used to how to ride a scooter, and we took off for our day. Our first stop was Chakannab. This was a park next to our resort. The main attraction (to most people) was the snorkeling. It has a small beach, with several ladders leading to the water. The beach is more of a sea wall lined with a rocky ledge, thus the reason for the ladders. Every 50 feet or so, there are wooden buckets hanging on poles. The buckets are filled with vinegar. We go snorkeling in the crystal-clear water and see all kinds of fish, coral, tortoises, and eels. It was gorgeous! I got the idea that I would dive down (about 12-14 feet) and see what lived under the rocky ledge. I dove down, and as I turned my head to look, I came face-to-face with a 7-8 foot long grouper. It was an amazing experience. This fish looked prehistoric. It’s large mouth slowly moved open and closed. Katy was watching from the surface. I signaled for her to come down and look while I went up for air. She did, and when she looked under the rock…she screamed under water and high tailed it to the surface! She was saying “oh my god” repeatedly. That fish scared her pretty good. We were swimming for a while longer, and seeing all kinds of great sea life, when we started feeling little pains. They were similar to ant bites, and they were randomly occuring, but starting to be more often. We started swimming back to where we got in to the water (Katy trying to avoid the “massage therapist eating” giant grouper), and got out. It turns out that the stings were from jellyfish barbs floating in the water. Whenever a school of jelly fish comes in, the barbs float around and hit the water at the park. The buckets of vinegar help the stings not to hurt, but do make you smell funny when you spend the rest of the day in the sun!
That evening, we decided to eat at a local restaraunt. We were searching for where to eat, when we were struck with the knowledge that we had found THE place. The barker (guy trying to get people to eat there) was in a 1970’s brown, polyester, wide lapeled, bell bottom suit. His shirt was neon lime green, and his hair stood a solid 9 inches from his head in the tightest perm I have ever seen. He had a handlebar mustache that was waxed into submission, and gold teeth lined his smile. How could we go wrong? The decision was a good one. The meal was exquisite, and the owner (hearing it was our honeymoon) made us a special dessert of flaming triple sec, coconut ice cream, clocolate, fruit, and several liqueurs. YUM! Katy and I have always loved flamenco guitar, mariachi, etc, and have always loved the song “Besame Mucho.” I asked the mariachi to sing it. I took Katy’s hand, looked into her eyes, and was lost in her loving gaze until I heard..”Kiss me much. Darling kiss me much.” The mariachi was translating (literally) the song into English. He figured we wanted it that way because we were Gringos. I kept asking his to sing it in Spanish, but he was convinced he was doing a good job. We laughed it off, and I eventually found a mariachi to song it in Spanish. If you are ever inKingwood, and eat at El Ranchero, as the singers to sing it for you. It is mine and Katy’s favorite version.
After dinner, and a little stroll, we hopped on the scooter for the harrowing ride back to the resort. Two of us, the merchandise we had procurred, full bellies, on a scooter, in the dark, dodging crabs the size of dogs, and trying to beat a storm back to the resort….it was amazing! So, Mom, when you play with your marble domino set, know that we had to balance that in between us as we rode because it was too heavy for the bag it came in.
Love to all,