3 days

It has only been 3 days since the surgery...if you took those three days and thought of them as a single rubber band, stretching it out with both hands, knowing that at any second the pressure will cause it to snap across the room until a surface made of wood and drywall abruptly ends its climactic journey and finally dropping the worn out elastic circular shard to the floor...you would know where I am.

It only took a second, yet so much happened.

I'm tired of telling everyone how MB is. However I do appreciate the concern. Michael is a wonderful guy. I'm not surprised by the response from our friends, his co-workers and the community in general. And you, my Wavelength readers, of course!

As I've already reported, the surgery was a great success. It has been the recovery that I underestimated. But fortunately a bit of relief came flooding over me as soon as we left the doctor's office yesterday afternoon.

The wires came off. Did you hear me?? Read it again...

THE WIRES CAME OFF!!! He never does that. In most cases, he leaves your mouth wired shut for a week...but since Michaels surgery went so well, he was able to cut the wires at 48 hours. You have no idea what a relief this is! The doctor also did some yucky stuff to MB's nose, which thankfully, allowed some air to pass through. His mouth is still closed... tiny rubber bands will continue to hold it together for another 8 weeks at least.

There is one thing that happened, that the doctor didn't bother to mention until we were all looking at the x-ray together. He dropped a screw. During the surgery the wayward screw came to rest in the recesses of his nasal cavity.
"It's nothing to worry about. A blood clot is holding it there and scar tissue will form around it, but it won't hurt anything...I wouldn't be concerned if this were my wife's x-ray."
(I personally wonder if that's the reason MB's right eye is watery and slowly releasing small globs of old blood in the corner near the nose). Hmm? Went well, did it?

Tomorrow Dr. Salamassy leaves for Montana. He's taking his family on vacation to a dude ranch. Yesterday was his son's 13th birthday that he would have forgotten had it not been for the subtle reminder from his wife..."Honey, aren't you forgetting something?"

Now, you might be thinking that this doctor sounds like a jerk...NO WAY. He's actually very nice and funny. He is also an extremely talented surgeon. Really, who has the guts to do reconstructive surgery on his own wife after a horse stepped on her face? He has. 3 times.

Last night I slept and Michael breathed. Oh the little things in life we take for granted!
Even though his nose is getting plugged again...I know we will get through this. I've always known, never doubted...because God is my strength. My fortress when I'm weak. And in my weakness He is strong.