Tomorrow is the day I go for my pre-op. I really am NOT looking forward to the *op* part. I know what to expect. I will be cut from mid calf on the inside of my leg clear up to mid-belly. No one in their right mind would be eager for that! It took me so long to heal. *Sigh* It wouldn't be so bad if the Beast were better at nurturing but he will let me just stay in my room and never even ask if I would like some ice water or a cup of coffee. That's what he did to me the last time. Even after 2-1/2 years, my memories of that time are not fun ones.
Mustachio had his surgery this morning. His doctor told him it would take approximately 3 hours and I figured he would have to spend some time in recovery before they let him go home. One of his buddies was driving him there and was taking him home afterward. When we talked on the phone last night, I told him that I knew he would need to rest once he got home and just chill out for a bit. He promised to call me this evening but we didn't set a time. I have no idea when I will hear from him but I am keeping my fingers crossed that everything went all right. He needs to regain the full use of the hand.
I am setting my hopes on the fact that his doctor is one of the best doctors in the country for hand problems. He did the first hand transplant or reattachment that was successful. He has an amazing reputation and I am crossing my fingers that it is deserved and Mustachio gets the full benefit of it.
The Beast spent the day just resting and trying to get over the past week's activity. I told you he ruined his *Sunday-go-to-meeting* shoes due to his dragging his left foot, right? He MUST have been tired of all the walking since it gets worse when he's tired. The shoes were like new when he left. Now they look like they are a few years old and barely worth throwing out. He picked up a new pair when he was in NC at his aunt's house.
Did I tell you his aunt's health has really deteriorated? Her Parkinson's is really bad and all four limbs shake like crazy. Plus they had to put a stomach tube in her because the same nerves that control her ability to swallow are affected by her Parkinson's. Three times a day, his cousin has to use a special funnel to pour in a liquid nourishment for her and they told Auntie M that she has to have the tube for a minimum of three months due to the probability of an infection if they try to take it out sooner. Auntie M keeps yelling that it is coming out NOW! She's 94 come September and, knowing her, she has to HATE what he life has become.
Her shaking is so bad that the Beast tried to make her laugh by telling her that he was going to drive her down to Lowe's and get her a job as a paint shaker. She DID laugh at that idea. He's also fairly certain that Auntie M is more than likely going to die soon. She is just miserable with what is going on and says she misses her hubby and is looking forward to seeing him in Heaven soon. His cousin hates when she talks like that but the woman doesn't live in real life nor does she want to admit that her mother is miserable the way she is. And there's no hope for improvement. I'm glad that the Beast and his sister got to see her this time since it is more than likely the last time he will see her.
The Beast doesn't do illness very well and it makes him uncomfortable. That's why he pretty much stays away from me when I am recuperating from any major surgery or illness. He damn near let me die when I had the flu a couple years back. I could barely crawl to the bathroom to pee and it was the only way I got any water to drink during the three days I was sick as a dog. When I told him he had to have been hoping I would die by the way he never even asked me if I wanted water or some soup, he said, *I know how you like to be left alone when you don't feel well.* Yeah, sure!
He just shut the bedroom door and had the TV on so loud, he couldn't hear me when I tried to call him. That is how he *handles* such things. But, oh, how different it is when HE is sick! He pisses and moans and groans and becomes as demanding as a baby. He whines and wants to be waited on hand and foot. I really get tired of it since he is so bad about returning the favor. Plus, he really is never THAT sick. Know what I mean? I guess it's a *man thing* since other wives have pretty much the same kind of complaint.
Oh well. Hope you had a great Hump Day. The Beast threw out the boxes I had piled up with nary a complaint. Why not? We had almost no garbage this week and it didn't even fill up the trash container. He threw them in and wheeled out the container last night so it would be picked up this morning. That was the extent of the work he did other than wheeling in the empty container this morning when he went out to drop off his clothes at the cleaners and fill up the Prius with gas. Then he came home and chilled for the rest of the day. After he took his bath, he had me rub on some ointment on his left shoulder since he said it was stiff and painful.
Love you all. Be good and be kind to everyone. ***Hugs***
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