This will be brief since I have been going since 5:30 this morning. Today hubby went in for an angioplasty, a procedure to make the heart function better. A miracle, for sure. It uses a balloon to widen an artery and not the kind you get at a party.  For those squeamish, you might want to dial on. Anyway, the procedure is fairly non-invasive all things considered, and the doctor goes in through the groin or the wrist. They prefer the wrist as it’s even less invasive, but sometimes that doesn’t work. Norman got lucky. His right wrist worked.

I dropped him off at 7:30 am. They prepped him for out-patient surgery and by 10 am it was done. Of course, he had to hang around afterward for 6 hours while they did this and that. You know, post-surgery stuff. An IV here, a drip-drip there. After all, we are dealing with the heart. Meanwhile, I came home and to amuse myself,  TRIED to make my own hand sanitizer. Twice. A complete disaster. No matter how much I whisked the aloe vera gel into the alcohol, it would not blend. I saved the used alcohol and will use it to get rid of aphids on my gardenias. One must be resourceful when one isn’t a chemist.

For the next two weeks, hubby will be somewhat laid up. Not too much exercise and can’t lift anything over 10 pounds. So lifting the cat is out.

As if that isn’t bad enough, for the next 10-days, he has been told to treat the arm that was used to put the stent in place as if it is broken.

Oh, great. I will be his total slave, grateful though he may be for everything I do. It’s not exactly like Mae West when she said: “Beulah, peel me a grape” but close enough. However, am I grateful he’s going to be okay? You betcha!! And is he being really wonderful about all of this? You betcha. It’s all a miracle. And all a part of the rich tapestry called life.