Halloween Pics and Bill Info

This is all I did for our little porch this year because I just didn't feel like hanging all that black cloth and there was already so much stuff going on in the yard. I really liked the see-through plastic door skull thing:
That thing on the right is a death angel thing I've had for years:

This is a picture of almost everything:

And here's a close-up of the flying dead monkey that everyone liked from last year:

This gargoyle is just to the right of the stuff in the group picture up there:

That odd shade of green you can see just to the right of the pedestal in the above picture was a green plastic bag that I used over some foil and stuff with a lamp to make a green glowing light behind the gargoyle. It looked pretty cool in the dark. But the best part of the night was when the doorbell was rung by this cute little witch:

My Sweetie got up for this one and I was sitting in my chair when "the Mom" waved at me in a friendly, familiar way. My brain went "whirr whirr whirr" and I hopped up and went to the door and said, "Mariel?" I had not seen Mariel since 2002. She was my daughter's best friend in high school but after high school they drifted apart. Mariel got married, had a baby and moved to Arkansas. I had been thinking about her A LOT lately because Mariel nearly died in high school from TTP. We went to see her quite often for about two or three weeks at the very same hospital that Bill is in. When we went the first time for Bill, I was giving My Sweetie directions and asked, "Don't you remember all this from when Mariel was here?" I've always talked about the weird synchronicity events in my life and this is another good example. She now lives here in my little 'burb, which is not where she started out. And every time we've pulled up to that hospital, I thought about her. I wish I had caught her daughter smiling because she was so cute and when she'd say "Happy Halloween" she'd pull off her little hat and tip it over like she was on a Broadway stage.

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The Bill news is not great at this point. His surgery went fine Friday morning but he took a very long time to wake up and had to stay on the ventilator until Saturday morning. On Saturday afternoon, about an hour before we got there, he had some sort of event which caused all the alarms to go off and my poor MIL thought THIS IS IT. His oxygen/blood level had fallen into the very low zone and that's what caused the alarms to sound. While we were there it rose and fell at first but finally started leveling off at around 94, which is good for him. It had been in the 70's. He was very agitated and when his morphine would wear off he would say things like, "I have to get up." He looked right at me once and said my name, so he was somewhat aware at times. He wanted his oxygen mask off and everyone kept telling him it had to stay on. Sunday morning one of his lungs collapsed and they had to put him back on the ventilator. Oh and sometime late Saturday night or early Sunday, he got agitated and pulled some of the tubes out of himself including the one going into his chest. That was not good. Apparently he went a little berserk and was spouting the F word all over the place. I'm guessing he wanted to "get up" because that is a common theme with him. The irony is if they said, "Okay, dude, knock yourself out," he wouldn't even be able to get up. I hope things settle down and he is able to breathe better on his own soon. The good news is that it has now been over a week since he has had a cigarette. I called a few hours ago and they said his collapsed lung has stayed open and that he was awake and alert again. I hope he has a good night and doesn't pull anymore stuff out of himself.