Glad things are headed in the right direction. Best wishes.
They tried serving Wife cream of wheat. Hated the stuff, so when she was snoring especially loud I would offer to serve her some. Her lips clamped shut and I could sleep for a moment. Hearing seems to be the last to go, along with a hatred for boiled grain.
Well, she took the last of her oxy yesterday morning. She continues too improve. She’s started eating scrambled eggs, and has had a couple of English muffins. Last night she ate a reduced-fat Hebrew National hot dog on a potato bun.
I also made a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. She said it needed sprinkles, so she put some on. A while later, I put a candle in the middle of it. She said, ‘You put a candle on the cake?’ I said, ‘Well, it’s my birthday…’ She said, ‘Oh, that’s right! Your birthday is coming up! It’s tomorrow!’ ‘Um,’ said I, ‘It’s today.’ A while later she lit the candle and sang me Happy Birthday and she ate a piece of cake too. Tonka also liked the cake. I gave him a little of the non-frosted part.
Anyway, it looks like it won’t be too long before I can start cooking meals again. 
Most excellent news at the end-ish of a most heinous adventure.
Happy Birthday Johnny!
I’m glad Mrs. LA is doing better.
My hospital cuisine of choice is English muffins, green Jello, and fruit cups. When I graduated to a Hebrew National I knew my gall bladder was truly out and I could leave, though my first stop was at an Italian sub shop filled with disgusting, indigestible stuff. I survived. Happy day!
Just reading this. (I’ve been offline almost two weeks traveling.)
Great she’s home and improving. All the best to the entire family, bipeds and quadpeds. You have your hands full.
Yesterday, Mrs. L.A. was ravenous. I don’t remember everything she said she ate, but it included scrambled eggs, English muffins, Jell-O (green, heh), and two slices of cake. Her belly is still a little tender, but she’s not ‘in pain’. And not being on opioids, her ‘throughput’ is back to normal. In my mind, having an appetite is a sign that she’s nearly recovered.
Cool!
The way nurses compute recovery:
Eats
wants to go Home
Demanding AMA release is still frowned on…