I talked to him last night, and he sounded pretty good. His colostomy bag was making a mess all over the house that his wife has to clean up, but he's looking forward to telling stories about the whole experience.
I talked to him last night, and he sounded pretty good. His colostomy bag was making a mess all over the house that his wife has to clean up, but he's looking forward to telling stories about the whole experience.
JW called last night (Monday), first thing out of his mouth, how was the BBQ. Saturday afternoon when talking to him I mentioned that I had bought some pig and planned to do some smoke torture to it.
I did not know if I should go into all the details, a slab of smoked ribs (homemade sauce on the side), cole slaw, lima beans, corn on the cob, tomato and avocado salad, garlic coconut bread, almost lied to him, probably should of. The moans reconfirmed the fact I should have lied, he was in obvious pain, not from any medical procedure, but because his arch nemesis Merle had gotten to enjoy the meal and he had not.
Merle and I were supposed to call him, but we got caught up in the moment. Between us we had 4 beers, 2 each (possibly a record for all time low), neither finished the 2nd, there was a long silence and little movement for a good while after the dishes were removed from the table, finally Merle broke the silence, I better go home, get some sleep.
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