How About a Little Salsa?

Happy Friday!  We've had a bundle of good times around here these last few weeks!  Chilly has just returned from a fabulous visit at University Medical Center.  He "enjoyed" a lovely trip to the acute care facility because his kidneys decided they no longer enjoyed working for him...let's just say they were failing fast...as in ready to bite the bullet in a matter of days if he refused hospitalization.  His pancreas went on strike as well.  All kidding aside, he is extremely fortunate that he survived.  It wasn't looking so good there for a while.  Happily, he has returned home and is much improved!   He does miss the five star restaurant quality menu and food service he received while hospitalized.  Seriously, it was like he was on vacation at Canyon Ranch Spa.  He'll probably find some excuse to get himself hospitalized again just for the food!


It seemed for a moment that we were going to get some dance instruction or cooking lessons while visiting the hospital too.  A nurse came to inform us that the SALSA Clinic was coming to see Chilly and me.  Wow!  How fun!  Salsa lessons!  Were we going to learn how to make a diabetic salsa or was some hunky dance instructor coming to teach us a little sexy Salsa dancing?  Um...yeah....wrong on both counts....


SALSA stands for Southern Arizona LIMB SALVAGE Alliance...That's right, folks...LIMB SALVAGE!  Nothing like hearing the words LIMB SALVAGE to brighten your day!  Apparently, my idiot husband  Chilly hadn't been taking very good care of a few blisters gone bad on his feet.  (You would think that being in the hospital last June for 4 days for this very thing would make him realize that he has to take good care of his feet.)  Anyhoo...he is now the proud owner of a lovely black boot/cast thingy on one foot up to the knee and a Frankenstein boot on the other.  Niiiiiiice, Chilly....you are really stylin' now!  He is seriously lucky he didn't lose a foot or two! 


On the bright side, Chilly's neurologist finally cleared him to drive. I was thrilled!  No more hour and a half trips to his office twice daily for me!  (Yeah, three hours a day of my life for the last 7 months that I will never get back...yes, I am whining and complaining about that!)  I could actually get back to my regular morning routine of blogging and coffee!  Oh! Wait...did you hear that?  That would be the screeching brakes of my hopes and dreams coming to a fast stop...Ironically, the moment he is cleared to drive, his hopes (and mine) are dashed....Dr. Miami of the SALSA Clinic (not his real name...just my name for him...and yes, he is a hottie....) put the big kabosh on driving for Chilly for another 3-6 months!  Wha....????  I guess you can't go driving around in ginormous Frankenstein boots and foot casts.  Can this husband of mine be any more high maintenance!?  


So, there you have it....we are home...limbs and vital organs saved for now...
let's hope it stays that way for a while!


I will be posting a very special piece in a few days.  It's taken me a year of bribery and nagging, but I've finally convinced Chilly to share what happened to him during his triple bypass two years ago.  He had a near death experience that dramatically impacted the way he sees the world.  He has never shared it with others...just close family.  It was actually studied by researchers at the hospital...they take these events very seriously for research purposes.  Recently, Chilly has found others who share the same kind of experience.  I hope you'll swing by for a visit!


Thanks (again and again) for understanding my lack of blogging activity.  I will hopefully visiting you all regularly starting next Monday.  Just when I think I can get back in the saddle, I get the wind knocked out of my sails with unexpected hospitalizations!  I am so grateful to all of you.


XoXo