Asking everyone for prayers, good thoughts, well-wishes for our dear Pepperband

She's having a very serious surgery tomorrow morning (Thursday)

Pep, we love you!!

Thinking of you, friend.

Oh My! Hopefully your surgery and recovery are a success! Sending some prayers from Canada!

Sending thoughts and prayers...

{{{{{Pepperband}}}}}}}

I'm sure this will be a regeneration. You will come back here the same Pep, but fitter, faster and feistier.

Praying for you, Pep.

((((Pep)))

In my prayers

My dear friend **edit**

Please know I will be thinking about you tomorrow and can't want to hear it's OVER, you're recovering and successfully on your way to enjoying a happy relaxed retirement!

Git 'er done, Hon!!!

Love you!!!

Praying for a speedy recovery and that the doctors have wisdom!

CV

Pep, Dearheart, my thoughts are with you! You'll do great - keep us in the loop! :::Healing prayers going up:::

[[[[[[pepperband]]]]]]

You are in our thoughts and prayers. May God watch over you and your family throughout this particularly difficult time.



Mr. Wondering

{{{{PEP}}}}

Your in my thoughts and prayers.

nESRE

Hurry back to us, Pep. Your perspective and wisdom is vital to the work we do here.

Pep, right before you close your eyes tomorrow just imagine your MB family standing right there with you, praying, and joining with the angels to watch over you. Your Tiara awaits you when you wake up!

Seriously, I pray that everything go smoothly, no complications, and minimal pain. Love ya kiddo! Hurry back! You will be sorely missed.

Prayers going up.

You're amazing and you'll fly through this on wings of angels. We're all here for you. You're simply amazing. Like no other.

God bless you, Pep. Praying for you!

I went to Mass this morning, and the Monsignor asked for God's blessing "for those who are undergoing operations today".

I don't remember that exact phrasing ever being used before. Spooky, but comforting.

Will pray for you too Pep.

Thoughts and prayers with you. Hope you are doing your best amphibian impersonation.

Prayers and positive thoughts going your way Pepperband.

Still praying for your quick recovery, Pep!

Sending you love Pepperband.

Pepperband
Please get better and return soon here! You made me feel better by telling me the truth abut my EX husband that cheating no good excuse for 3 legged man!!. I am praying for you!!!
Sable

Originally Posted by GloveOil

Pep ~
You have been my godsend here...
Your wisdom and maturity in the Lord gives me strength...
My thoughts and prayers for you are steadfast...
Hugs in Christ ~
Wise1

Praying for you too, Pepperband, get well soon!

A message from a family member--

Hello to all, A phone call from ****Pep's H. Doctor said all was satisfactory with surgery(7+ hrs!) and that she is in recovery now.
Guess we will hear more tomorrow. Thought some of you would like to know.

Hooray! She'll be back to filtering wayward crapola and kicking butt in no time!

praying for you pep! you are in my thoughts! get better and come back!

Hooray! Looking forward to hearing from you again real soon, Pep. I know you'll have some marvelously witty comments to make about this whole ordeal.

Thats great news JustUs .. thanks!

you'll have some marvelously witty comments to make

Yeah, but also to endure, like how the operation would have taken only FOUR hours if she'd have just stopped giving them advice on how to do their jobs!

Wonderful news!

Good to hear. Miss ya, Pep. I have faith you can finger wag it all back into shape!

She looks like she came through OK on her FB page.

Praying for a speedy recovery!

Yay! Get well soon pep

Pep:

Praying for a smooth recovery! I miss you!

(Pepperband says: Who the hell are you, and why do you miss me? Surfer88 replies: See? That's how far reaching you are, girl. Now get back here this instant!)

Thank you everyone. I am replying from my iPhone. I'm doing good.

Good to hear from you, Pep!

Get well soonest!

Pep,

That's good news. My H and I offer prayers for a swift recovery.

AM

Woot! Blessings to you and your family and prayers for a thorough recovery.

Glad to hear; keep up the good work!

I received a much welcomed phone call from Pepperband today.

She's recovering nicely, minimal pain, getting disconnected from IV's and preparing to HOPEFULLY come home on Thursday. She's still on liquids but talked DH into sneaking in a few sips of regular coffee ( our devious Pep is still there!!)

Surgery was successful with part two expected in appox two months.

She wanted me to be SURE to thank MB members for their love, support & prayers.

And if she posts in the next few days,,please keep in mind,,she's PUI (posting under the influence!)

Thank you Pep. We love you!!

What sort of surgery was this, anyway? If it's not too nosy/disrespectful for me to ask.

Go, Pep! Three cheers for caffeine, the wonder drug!


She's going to go another round??? Wow.

I'm sure she'll go through it with flying colors.


That would be awesome, Pep! We need some entertainment around here!

I believe she posted another thread that she was going to "Plan D her large intestine."

http://forum.marriagebuilders.com/ubbt/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=2599310#Post2599310

Oh boy, we love it when she posts under the influence!! Hurry back, Pepperband!

You mean - she doesn't normally?

Wow Pep, I hope you are feeling better now. Surgery is no fun.

Did you here about the man whose entire left side was cut off? He's all right now.

Yay! Do it again!

Or the guy who lost his right buttock? He got left behind!

Good to see the drugs are in full effect, kiddo!

Oh, wow. More prayers for you, Pep.

So glad to hear you're doing well Pep. We all love you!

I LOL for REAL. My DS11 asked me "What?" So I told him. He said, "Fail." Kids, they just don't get silly humour.

Glad to hear that you are doing better. PUI, that sounds like FUN.

Ummmmm ~ NG ~

I thought that guy was "Half Azzed"!

Ooooops! Sorry!!! Didn't mean to steal your thunder...
LOL

Hoping Pep continues sending us her Humor!!!

Still praying for you, Pep...

Did you hear about the woman who fell into the apple press?

She was be-cider self.

Or the poor WW who backed into the whirling fan?

Dis-assed-her!

NG, why must you play "Can you top this?"

Actually, given the loci of his references, it would be, "Can you BOTTOM this?"

Still alive!

Developed an unfortunate post surgical illeus which has delayed my hospital release to a future date( please do not ask me when I am going home).

This is day 12 in hospital.
Someone tell a joke!!!!

Hope you feel better Pepperband !!!


Mister, why doesn't this cow have any horns?" asked the young lady from a nearby city. The farmer cocked his head for a moment, then began in a patient tone, "Well, ma'am, cattle can do a powerful lot of damage with horns. Sometimes we keep'em trimmed down with a hacksaw. Other times we can fix up the young 'uns by puttin' a couple drops of acid where their horns would grow in, and that stops 'em cold. Still, there are some breeds of cattle that never grow horns. But the reason this cow don't have no horns, ma'am, is 'cause it's a horse."

One day, Satan was out for a walk through Hell, making sure things were running smoothly. When he got to the Lake of Fire, he saw a man sitting by the lake, relaxing in a lawn chair, and not sweating or looking uncomfortable at all. Perplexed, Satan approached the man and asked:

"Young man, are you not hot or bothered by this heat?" The man replied, "Oh no, not at all. I lived in downtown Toronto and this weather is just like a typical July day in the city." Satan thought that this was not a good sign, so he rushed back to his office and turned up the heat in Hell another 100 degrees. Satisfied with himself, he again returned to the Lake of Fire to check on the young man.

When he got there, the man was showing a few beads of sweat, but that was all. Again Satan asked the Torontonian, "Are you hot and uncomfortable yet?" The young man looked up and said, "No, the temperature is just like a hot August day in Toronto. I'm coping it just fine."

Satan decided that he had to do something drastic to make this man's stay in Hell unpleasant. He went back to his office, turned the heat all the way down, and then turned up the air conditioning. The temperature in Hell quickly dropped well below zero. As he approached the Lake of Fire, he noticed that it was now frozen over. He also saw the Torontonian jumping up and down wildly, waving his arms and yelling into the air.

"This looks promising!" thought Satan. Coming closer, he finally made out what the man was shouting: "The Leafs have won the Stanley Cup! The Leafs have won the Stanley Cup!"







A teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. Kathy said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made
a mess." "And what's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" "Very good," said the teacher.

Next little Lucy raised a hand and said, "Our family are farmers, too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks and the moral to this story is, don't count your chickens until they're hatched." "That was a fine story Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes, ma'am! My daddy told me this story about my Aunt Marge. She was a flight engineer during Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a Machete. So .. she drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break. Then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed 70 of them with the machine gun until it ran out of bullets! Then she killed 20 more with the machete till the blade broke; then she killed the last 10 with her bare hands." "Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?" "Stay away from Aunt Marge when she's been drinking."

When hell freezes over!

Speedy recovery Pep!

(Sorry for the length of this joke, Pep. Reading it will pass A LOT of time!)

A lawyer was out hunting, shot at a duck, and it came to earth just over a fence into a farmer's field that the lawyer had no permission to hunt in.

He climbed over the fence, and heard a voice ask "Whar d'ya think yer goin', young man?"

The lawyer then noticed the farmer approaching, and answered, "I'm retrieving the duck I shot while it was overhead, but landed over here. If you interfere, I'll prove in court that ownership is established when the wildlife is killed, and not where it lands. I'm well trained in the law, and you're just a simple, ignorant hick."

The farmer thought for a moment, then replied. "Waaaaall, you might have a point young man, but I would imagine that by the time all that is done, the duck will be loaded with maggots, not fit fer eatin', even for a lawyer. I propose we settle this by what we call around these parts the "Three Kick Method."

"Three kick method? What's that?"

"Waaaall, the way it works is that I get to kick you three times, and then you get to kick me three times. If neither of us gives up, then we each alternate kicks until one of us eventual gives up. How does that sound?"

Not having a better immediate suggestion, and knowing that he himself was a nationally-ranked kick-boxer, the lawyer agreed.

The farmer approached the lawyer, paused, and delivered a body-lifting kick directly between the lawyer's legs, sending him screaming to the ground in agony. His next kick landed in the lawyers midriff, breaking two ribs. The third kick landed on the lawyer's face, breaking his nose.

The lawyer, after about twenty minutes, staggered to his feet, and said, "All right, hayseed, it's MY turn now. Get ready"

The farmer paused, spit on the ground, and said, "Naw, I give up; you win. You can have the duck!"

I've been pretty busy with my job, moving and unpacking, but have not been unaware of Pep's condition and progress. And it seems she's handled this with her usual aplomb. Good on you, gal!

The Walrus was Paul.

Anyway, these three men were condemned by the French Revolutionary Council to die by the guillotine - a philosopher, a lawyer(yet another!), and an ENGINEER.

The philosopher was placed on the platform, the lever was pulled, the blade started descending......and jammed. He jumped up shouting that the fates had intervened, and obviously his innocence was proved, and he went on his way.

The lawyer was next.....with the same result. He stood up, proclaiming that under the Laws of Man, no one could be executed twice, and he must be freed. He walked away.

As the ENGINEER was led to the platform, he paused, looked upon it carefully, and said, "You know, I think I see where your problem is...."

Sorry to hear about your post-op complications, Pep. Maybe your body needs to remember who's boss?


NSFNMP (not safe for non-medical personnel):

Bonus:

You know you're a nurse if...

You believe every patient needs TLC: Thorazine, Lorazepam and Compazine.

You would like to meet the inventor of the call light in a dark alley one night.

You believe not all patients are annoying ... some are unconscious.

You know the phone numbers of every late night food delivery place in town by heart.

You can only tell time with a 24 hour clock.

When asked, "What color is the patient's diarrhea?", you show them your shoes.

Every time you walk, you make a rattling noise because of all the scissors and clamps in your pockets.

You can tell the pharmacist more about the medicines he is dispensing than he can.

You carry "spare" meds in your pocket rather than wait for pharmacy to deliver.

You refuse to watch ER because it's too much like the real thing and triggers "flash backs."

You check the caller ID when the phone rings on your day off to see if someone from the hospital is trying to call to ask you to work.

You've been telling stories in a restaurant and had someone at another table throw up.

You notice that you use more four letter words now than before you became a nurse.

Every time someone asks you for a pen, you can find at least three of them on you.

You can intubate your friends at parties.

You don't get excited about blood loss ... unless it's your own.

You live by the motto, "To be right is only half the battle, to convince the physician is more difficult."

You've basted your Thanksgiving turkey with a Toomey syringe.

You've told a confused patient your name was that of your coworker and to HOLLER if they need help.

Eating microwave popcorn out of a clean bedpan is perfectly natural.

Your bladder can expand to the same size as a Winnebago's water tank.

When checking the level of orientation of a patient, you aren't sure of the answer.

You find yourself checking out other customer's arm veins in grocery waiting lines.

You can sleep soundly at the hospital cafeteria table during dinner break, sitting up and not be embarrassed when you wake up.

You avoid unhealthy looking shoppers in the mall for fear that they'll drop near you and you'll have to do CPR on your day off.

You've sworn you're going to have "NO CODE" tattooed on your chest.


Last but not least;

Your sense of humor seems to get more "warped" each year.

Almost everything can seem humorous ... eventually.

I don't know if you're a pet lover, but this video just kills me every time...avoid it if you're a pet lover and have stitches you don't want to bust... Dog Tease

Hell, I'm full of staples!

Hey Pep

Good to see you out and about. To bad for the snag in your recovery thats keeping you there.




Hope its not addictive or you have too much free time like this guy!

Staples

Best to you

nESRE

A man asked his wife what she'd like for her 40th birthday. "I'd love to be six again," she replied. On the morning of her birthday, he got her up bright and early and off they went to a local theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Screaming Loop, the Wall of Fear, everything there was! Wow! Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park, her head reeling and her stomach upside down. Right to a McDonald's they went, where her husband ordered her a Happy Meal along with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake. Then, it was off to a movie - the latest Disney and what a fabulous adventure!

Finally, she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed. He leaned over and lovingly asked, "Well, dear, what was it like being six again?" One eye opened. "You idiot, I meant my dress size." The moral of this story is: When a woman speaks and a man is actually listening, he will still get it wrong.

YOU commented that I was enjoying Demerol, you rat!

Those pics that everyone enjoyed so much were taken by my DD22 prior to surgery .... just after getting IV Versed and whatever else they gave me for preoperative sedation.
I don't remember having my picture taken, which is why I suspect this was AFTER Versed.
Really cute, right?
I felt no pain at the time. Pain was plentiful later.

There is one more pic DD22 took, which she did not share. Eyes shut, mouth open, tongue protruding just a little. I look drunk as hell.

Surgery was 8.5 hours.
It took a lot of guts !