We got back to Sweetwater Lodge less than 24 hours after my
emergency appendectomy.
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| Sweetwater Lodge Porch |
Peter and I were both exhausted, but so happy to be
home. We have slept on the
screened porch all summer, so after the confining hospital environment, it
seemed an especially perfect spot. The north breeze from Lake Huron—strong enough
to move the ceiling fan blades-- made us add a couple of extra cotton blankets
as we crawled into bed.
The pain from traveling home—by car, ferry and rugged gravel
road—was pretty intense, so I took two of the prescribed pain
pills.
“You're so sensitive to pain meds, I hope you aren’t taking
too much. Sweet dreams.” Peter said, and immediately fell asleep.
The pain subsided, but I was wide awake…listening to the
water and the rustling of the trees; catching
glimpses of the night sky as the stars started to appear. Ahh….so good to be home.
Then I felt something move under the sheets.
“There is something crawling on my legs!” I screamed and jumped out of bed, tangled in
layers of blankets.
Peter sprang out of bed, assumed the warrior pose—nude—and did
his best to protect me from what he assumed was a drug induced hallucination.
“Oh Sweetie, there’s nothing, just look at your bare legs. Nothing.
Calm down. It’s the drugs you took”.
“No! There was a
mouse in the bed. It just went under the
bookcase.”
Peter hunts two things passionately: mushrooms and
mice. Neither gets away when he is around.
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| Sunrise today...from the porch |
Within seconds, he grabbed a baited trap from across the
porch and set it in front of the bookcase.
The mouse walked out, not able to resist Peter’s special treat, and SNAP…another
notch on Peter’s belt.
We both fell into bed laughing like school kids on a playground.
I winced and clutched my bruised and bandaged belly. I considered taking more pain meds.
Instead I cuddled up to my warrior/hunter, kissed him
good night and slept until sunrise.
Love and laughter.
Take two at bedtime. Repeat as
needed.
