Pizza

My eight hours of work seemed like sixteen, yesterday. They went easy on me, and during a slow hour waiting for a case to be able to start, I crashed in the staff lounge. Then I had to pinch hit on a craniotomy, which, the surgeon assured me, at my confessed lack of a lot of experience, "It's not like it's brain surgery!"

"Well, actually Dr. P. ..."

Our friend N came by in the afternoon, to hang out. He's still dealing with a badly fractured clavicle due to fall with a motorcycle. We weren't here to help him, being still in Boston. But he arrived to help D, and they ordered pizza, something D "Could eat with one hand." (Needing to keep food in the stomach to tolerate pain meds and antibiotics - both of which seem to be working better than for the smashed elbow ten years ago.) They discussed surgical experiences. D napped.

More friends arrived with take out last evening, feeding me too. (Dave used to do IT for the Physics dept., and often told us that "Rocket scientists aren't rocket scientists.")

We are both sore and a bit cranky this morning. D needs a massage, but there are few positions he could tolerate to get one. It's less the surgical pain than the immobility and weird sleeping positions. And the general annoyance, "For the next two weeks." I try to suggest that thinking of it one day, one hour at a time will be easier, otherwise he has to carry the whole two weeks the whole time. This, of course, doesn't really help. The easy way is often not easy.

I'm doing all I can to make it less troublesome. Any suggestions for good, nutritious, one-handed food?