A New Day

Luby hasn't been bashful to use the "magic button" to deliver the morphine for pain. In fact, she entered the "morphine dreams" phase on Thursday evening. She told me that there were headless babies (later it was midgets) dancing around a campfire. Another time there was a UFO, and a spotlight was on it. The best dream has some background though. Just before she went into surgery, they tucked that head full of hair into a cap. The nurses were amazed at how much hair she has. I replied that she stole it from me. The nurses examined my decreasing hair count. It was a brief and lame attempt to release the pressure, and everyone laughed, although not to a great extent. This morning Luby relayed another dream. The same events occurred in pre-op, but Luby acknowledged she had stolen my hair. When she returned it, I became Jesus, and our Persian cats, Moses and Zacchaeus, worshipped me. Must be some powerful stuff she's taking.

So, with just a few bouts of nausea and pain, Luby is doing wonderfully. Dr. Hey came in this morning and even before he reached her bedside, he said, "You look great!" He rolled her on her side, and her back was just as straight as could be and the hump that had formed over the years as her spine twisted and turned had vanished. It was an amazingly different sight than what existed a day ago. Dr. Hey is a wonderful and talented surgeon.