I'm so tired ... part 327

Let's just assume that Jenn is tired, sleepy, under-caffeinated and likely to stay that way until past the point at which Punxsutawney Phill sees his shadow [and who knew!! there are competing Phil sites].  This way I'll stop blogging about being tired and boring everyone, including me. And I can stop feeling guilty about being tired b/c I'm still likely getting more sleep than himself.  But I'm doing better than I expected, and taking to my semi-care taker role. I say "semi" becuase M is quite self-sufficient -- more so than I might have expected, especially one week past surgery.

For example, in Care Taking Lessons I've mentioned my struggles with shoe-lace-tying. And now I've been informed that perhaps all these years I've done it incorrectly. As M has proceeded to show me the proper way to tie his shoes, and his since taken the job back over himself. Which, is a good thing, but is leaving me few Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy moments here.

Peace
Jenn

What's with the title of this blog??

When I decided to write my own musings on the healthcare journey I'm now on with Michael and particularly from my perspective as his companion, supporter, caretaker, person to make sure he doesn't fall over or something or whatever we want to call it -- I knew there could only be one perfect title.

One of my favorite sets of books & stories from when I was young was the Uncle Wiggily series of illustrated tales about this 'gentleman' bunny, Uncle Wiggily. And a reccuring character who was the bunny's friend, helpmate, and nurse, was Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy. In my house when I was sick, we would read the books again and I would call my mom "Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy" because she looked after me like Uncle Wiggly, and because it was fun for a kid to say, and fun apparently for my mom to affect and act out.

So, since I'll be doing some kinds of looking after and generally trying to make Michael feel better, I'm "Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy" for a short time. And so is this blog.

Peace.