The process of elimination

So remember a couple posts back when I was whining about being busy and I mentioned that I had to take both my dad and Midge in for surgery? You know how I said both patients were doing well? Well, they were doing well when I posted that, but then both of them took a bit of a downturn afterwards. Interestingly, they both were having similar post-operative complications, in that neither of them was eating or following through with the elimination process that's related to it.
Rabbits have freakish digestive systems, and they can die very quickly if things stop moving along. Midge was minutes away from being rushed back to the vet when I was finally able to tempt her with some leafy greens. They had to be zealously wiggled under her nose in order for her to pay the least bit of attention, but she eventually took a few bites, and this seemed to be enough to jump start her system.
I contemplated bringing some Swiss chard to the hospital to wave in front of my dad's nose, figuring he would either eat it or yell at me to get the hell out, with either one potentially causing his system to fire up again. The doctors seemed to have other ideas (which is probably for the best), and after a couple unpleasant days my dad is on the mend.

In celebration, I present you with this lovely album which Davis brought home a while back. When I first saw it I thought it had been selected for either the polka factor (of interest to the new accordionist in the house), or the lovely petticoat-clad gal on the cover (of interest to me, a petticoat enthusiast). While both of these factors increased the desirability of the album, it turns out that the big selling point for this item was the name of the orchestra leader. You may need to say it out loud to appreciate it, but appreciate it you will - for deep down we are all only seven years old.