Post op day 1

The 2 surgeries in a span of two weeks seems to be catching up with Tashie. She is really really tired, and dozing on and off.
She is being encouraged to breathe deeply, use the incentive spirometer, use her pain meds earlier rather than later, etc. She has not yet been up to walk, but the physical therapist will return this afternoon to get her going.
Sara, Laura, Bruce and I continue to tend her - usually just one of us at a time, being there when she needs this or that. Lal comes every day, which she loves. They just sit there quietly enjoying each other's company, and once in a while reminisce about the root beer floats they used to get in Hopland, the house on Lake Street, the "bar" that they organized as teenagers in the house on Mission Street, complete with a little slot through which one whispered a password to gain admission, etc.
Tashie has a full dance card for the next few days, so further visiting is probably best postponed until Monday, when she'll have more energy for a chin wag. The business of healing is labour-intensive, and seems to require a lot of energy and focus.
She loves hearing from all of you - we read your notes, and sometimes reread them. A note requires less energy than does a phone conversation, and can be repeated, and thus re-enjoyed, again and again.