I know.
I have a massive amount of catching up to do.
But OHMYLORD the hits just kept on coming.
SNOW:
We got an insane 14” of snow overnight. So we drove to a hotel near the hospital to avoid the icy roads in the morning. Wait ‘til you hear what that snow did. What that ice did. Bad snow. Bad ice.
SURGERY:
Obviously before surgery.
(And obviously I’ll be spending the night on the couch for posting this)
The dude was brave.
I pretended I was.
Until he handed me his wedding ring and my chest felt tight and my stomach started flip-flopping and I felt like I was at the top of a high dive platform and someone took away the ladder.
The nurse was kind. Realizing I wouldn’t hear if they called my name in the waiting room; she wrote, “Wife is deaf. Has black hair”.
The mile between the anesthesia hallway and the waiting room was where I nearly lost it. But I knew I couldn’t. Not because anyone was around, but because no one was around.
The snowy roads meant that no one else could make the drive to the hospital to wait with me. I walked to the edge of panic and didn’t want to jump unless someone was there to catch me.
Ironically, in the middle of my entire family being snowed in and being unable to simply call someone up to talk for several hours… it was YOU who was there in that waiting room with me.
SUPPORT:
It started with a few text messages. Linny had coordinated a day of fasting and prayer for that husband of mine. Each buzzing of my phone reminded me that people (YOU!) all around the world were praying for him and us. Amazing. Humbling.
I was so thankful for the prayers that you took the time to tell me you were praying. For the words of encouragement, for the perfect Bible verses for that moment.
And then…
My facebook blew up.
It started innocently enough the previous week at Mr. Daddy’s last-minute biopsies. I’d posted a picture of Mr. Daddy’s lovely medical bracelet and my sister asked to ensure that I also posted a photo of his lovely hospital garb from behind.
Stay with me… it’s gonna get hairy.
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Oh come on now… it looks pretty darn real don’t it?!?!
The man was totally cracking up as he told me to post it.
And just so y’all truly believe me when I tell you that this is an ELBUTT (or as Brandi says, “guns, not buns”), here’s the SOOC shot:
A little creative cropping and you’ve got yourself one genyouine certeefied redneck derrière.
Fast forwarding to surgery day… the one-and-only GunDiva outdid herself:
She remarked that when someone was praying, the clasped hands create two elbutts (Lord, I apologize, but that’s funny right there).
Her Two Elbutts for Mr. Daddy touched off the most amazing perfect campaign of prayers to speed up this man’s recovery.
See for yourself… but beware of someone coming around your computer and having to explain the images
from Beth:
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from Shana:
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from Tiffany:
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from Tiffany’s Ty the Super Dog:
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from Mrs. Mom:
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from Mister Mrs. Mom:
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from Mrs. Mom’s Lutin:
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from Brandi’s little one:
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from Brandi’s wedgified little guy:
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from PamD:
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from Cari Berry’s little girl:
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from Mrs. Mann:
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from Pam Bowers:
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from my sister Ju:
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from my Ju’s Little Jo:
(shame on my sis for refusing to blog and be linkable ;)
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from Angel’s family:
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And then I realized that I would have to withhold these from Mr. Daddy until he could safely laugh without tearing out his stitches. This realization came with Angel’s son’s submission of his “gutbutt”:
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It got crazier and crazier… here’s Brian’s:
(I loved Julie telling him he should get that checked)
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from Brian’s wife Julie, also in the hospital:
I was cracking up over how many of you started out saying, “I would NEVER do this for anyone but you…” (seriously, how could you not be touched that someone would do that for you?) And how many of you actually sported ink (love the “kiss me”). And it was ridiculously funny seeing so many people say, “OHMYGOSH, mine looks REAL!”
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Didn’t I warn you to watch for people seeing this on your monitor?
Our sweet 70 pound fun-size nurse walked in while the laptop was facing her and I was oblivious to what was on the screen. Go ahead and blow up the above photo and you can understand the awkward expression on her face as she probably tried to figure out why on earth someone had an IV on their rear end. And better yet, why I had a giant picture of it on my computer.
*sigh*
But I couldn’t help but giggle every time a new picture popped up. They probably thought I was the crazy lady laughing to herself in the waiting room.
The crazy lady with BROWN hair, apparently.
Because they walked around looking for me and never once pegged me as a raven-haired deaf chick. (A little toldyouso to my husband).
Stick with us… the ride got crazier. Much crazier. So thankful for your support. Even in the form of some much needed laughs.
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Oh! And after the adventure of escaping the hospital… my Dad sent me an extra special bloggable gift.
Oh Lord…