Paging Dr. Moreau

He'll be back. Actually, he's already here.
He’ll be back. Actually, he’s already here.

All is well on the Island, for those of you who expressed curiosity. Herself is sounding less like Tom Waits and more like (wait for it) Herself, and Mister Boo is adjusting nicely to monocular vision.

The former has been subsisting on a diet of health-restoring soups (chicken noodle, posole), cough drops, and various over-the-counter nostrums, including a nightly hot toddy made with Jameson, local honey and lemon.

The latter is taking more prescription drugs than a right-wing radio personality, shamelessly using his disability to extort treats from anyone in his vicinity, and sleeping in the bed with Your Humble Narrator, who as a consequence has grown slightly red of eye himself.

He has his first follow-up appointment with the eyeball doc on Wednesday — the Boo, not YHN — but our uninformed opinion is that the little guy is doing quite well. And Herself has only missed one day of work, which is fortunate, because someone has to pay for all of this, and I don’t think it’s gonna be Obama.

20 thoughts on “Paging Dr. Moreau

  1. You, Sir, are (wait for it) a saint. You will be rewarded for your patience with and tender care of the afflicted. Probably not cash money, buy maybe a new gig as an announcer for your local NPR station. As for us, we took turns sleeping on the floor, on our van camp mattress, with the Duffinator to keep him from jumping on the bed while he was recovering from his back injury. We are suckers for the “Puss n Boots” look.

    1. What we won’t do for ’em. I spend a fair amount of my day sitting on the couch trying to get The Boo to doze for a while. He’s prone to overdo, and we sure don’t want him throwing that rebuilt eyeball out of alignment ’cause he’s flat out of original equipment.

      1. Too bad it has been sold. It was in Prescott, and we would have gladly picked it up for you delivered it to your driveway. Then we would have quickly vacated the area as you explained to Herself that your spent $40 grand on a 1958 Fiat.

    1. Little fella was bound up for two days after his surgery. We thought we’d have to apply the dread Canned Pumpkin Therapy, but happily the trains started running on time again. Nothing untoward so far, but lawd, those first couple turds looked like they should’ve been flying over a stadium wearing a Goodyear logo.

  2. I’m glad to hear everyone is doing better.

    Hey, you’re missing out on some fine Front Range weather – currently 2F here in Boulder County…

    1. I was up there over the weekend. We were out in some open spaces in Lafayette walking the dogs as the front blew through. I swear it dropped 30 degrees in ten minutes. Was 16 deg F when we left Tuesday morning and I heard it was going to go below zero last night. Driving over La Veta Pass, the temperature went up almost 40 degrees. Go figure.

      Had a little fun navigating down I-25 back down to the Land of Entrapment. Nice snow in Colorado Springs and several cars in front of us went overland and attacked jersey barriers, etc. We got out unscathed.

      Got some nice rides in at any rate. The ride up into Eldorado Springs is quite nice.

  3. So, what did the eye doc say? Will be the Boominator be back, or will the normal Boo Man, minus a headlight, make an appearance?

    And Libby, that is why I live in Southeastern AZ. Cold and snow ain’t bad; I just reached my lifetime quota of winter is all.

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