I went to see Vince today – he coughed his own breathing tube out, and everything is cool. He’s talking, although a little groggy, and making sense too! Said that “they were trying to kill me… had a hose down my throat!”
ahhh, thank goodness. Yes, he’ll have to rehab it I’m sure, but should be ok. That was really scarey. geeez. I’m so thankful. I can’t even imagine what so many others have gone through that haven’t been so fortunate.
And now hubby is trying out our new whirlpool tub. That is, after he almost threw the shower curtain and rod out the window. It’s one of those tension rods, you know what I’m talking about… and it apparently came down on him. He couldn’t get it back into position and was having a fit… standing there all nekid and swearing and swingin’ in the breeze. But he finally got it. Now it sounds like there’s a jet engine in there… hope it helps him (bad owie knee).
Ok, just wanted to share the good news about Vinnie.
Life is good.