Well, you’d think that being home all day, I’d have lots of time to write, wouldn’t you? Not necessarily, though, as it turns out.
It’s been an interesting few days. DH’s surgery went well – thanks again to everyone for all the good thoughts and wishes! We were at the hospital for a loooong time. The surgery itself took about 30 minutes but anyone who has ever had outpatient surgery knows it’s the pre-op, post-op and discharge that take forever. To top it off, his blood pressure very stubbornly refused to come up for a long time after surgery. Can’t imagine why…I mean, the man is hypoglycemic, hadn’t eaten in 22 hours, had general anesthesia, lay in recovery for an extra 2 hours waiting for a discharge room, and then was given a Lortab for pain on an empty stomach, on top of it all. Wow. So, yeah…very, very low blood pressure. A little scary but after I finally got to ask the nurse if he could get something substantial to eat, all was well. The poor man was just, you know, starving to death. 🙂
So we got him home at about 9:30 Thursday night. I literally cannot thank WVSooner enough, because I don’t know what we’d have done without him. He not only came up to the hospital to sit with us, he also (a) filled DH’s prescription, which I’d have had to stop on the way home (at 9:30!) to do; (b) brought dinner to and sat with my kids – one of whom was near-hysterical because, you know, that’s how she rolls – while we waited eternally to find out if DH was coming home or would be admitted for observation; and (c) manhandled DH into the house. (It’s a long story, but we live on a hill, DH can’t navigate stairs, and wheelchairs don’t push well uphill on soft ground, to sum it up.) I could not have done it alone. Not a chance. So, WVSooner was pretty much the hero of the evening and has our undying gratitude.
But all’s well that ends well, as the Bard would say. DH is home and recovering, though he’s still mostly down. He’s not in constant pain but the pain meds are very welcome, and it’s very hard for him to get up and down. He’s tough though and I think he’s very determined to be taking care of himself come Monday, so I don’t have to stay home with him again. We’ll see. He’s pretty stubborn but he’s taken a pretty big hit, too. And I’m not taking chances with him. I want to keep him around. I knew that already, of course, but nothing makes it hit home like watching someone take him away on a gurney to cut holes in him…I didn’t like that. (I suspect he didn’t, either!) And I don’t want to do it again any time soon. So I’m going to try to keep him from pushing himself too hard…and if he needs me, I am by God going to be here, whether he wants me to be or not. 🙂
They didn’t do the surgery laparoscopically, which surprised me. The doctor said it was a “pretty big hernia” and maybe that’s why. But as a result, it will take a little longer for him to be back in fighting trim. My heart hurts for him. He’s a screamingly independent man and he does not handle needing help very well. I wish I could do more for him. I wish I could make it not hurt, you know? That’s the big thing. Turns out, it sucks when someone you love is in pain. Who’d have thunk it? 🙂
So that’s the story there. In other news, I’m still eating a bit badly but I’m halfway through monthly grocery shopping – I’ll finish it tomorrow – so come Monday, there will be no bad food anywhere in sight, lots of healthy stuff, and no excuse for me to be laissez-faire about things. I’m committing to walking every night, hopefully with B. but if that doesn’t work out I have a treadmill, so no excuse; I’m also committing to 4-5 nights of my 30-Day Shred DVD. I want to see the scale numbers dropping, but more importantly I want to stop feeling like a giant sloth. I’m not even feeling Oompah-Loompah lately…just sort of like a big lump of Silly Putty. I feel like all my muscles have disappeared and I have no shape…just very soft and squishy. Ugh.
Oh, yes…and this weekend marks the first time ED has driven alone. Gah. I am torn between raving hysteria at the idea that she’s on the road alone and grudging excitement at having someone to run errands for me. 🙂 She took YD to my mother’s last night to spend the night, and I told her “Be very careful, you have three of my most precious possessions with you.” She looked at me oddly and I said, “You, your sister – and my car.” Which got a laugh. Not that I was joking, at least not completely.
She’s done well so far though. Right now she is at a friend’s for a sleepover…with my car. Which had better be parked. Sigh. But I will admit, I don’t know how we’d have done it otherwise, because the friend is half an hour away and I really can’t leave DH alone for an hour round-trip right now. I mean, he’d probably be fine…but I’m just not comfortable with it. So it’s good that she’s driving, it really is. And I’m going to just keep telling myself that. 🙂
That’s enough, really. I need to shut up now. It’s late, I’m completely and totally exhausted, and I need to go to bed. I hope that everyone is having a lovely weekend and I’m going to get caught up with everyone tomorrow, I swear. MWAH!