OMG! I can only imagine a real inscission vs the little slits I have, the one were the rotorooter went in hurts, like a gas bubble from hell or what I remember of menstrual cramps. Having a wiggler laying on the belly paints a picture of terror...even with my little cuts I wrapped myself tight with a towel to help. When the bowels move the gurgling is very forceful and hurts but other than not wanting to strain the gut in sitting up or what have you I'm not doing badly. Surgery was Tuesday, home Wednesday, I wanted to sleep all Thursday, Friday I "milked". I am bruised some but stairs are ok cautiously and I'm off pain meds which was nothing but motrin 600 and a Vicoden for the way home.
OOH the way home, I could scream! The drive was your typical stop and go city traffic for 45 min. Nothing really you could do to make that better. But...almost home there was some bridge construction that had been going on for a couple months and that made the smooth payment unavailable for the last 3 miles. HOWEVER on the way to the hospital the construction and orange barrels were gone! The bridge was open, yippee! So coming in the last little bit I asked didnt H want to go into the other lane? He replied that he knew what he was doing and went the detour way. Well after grabbing my gut and cerimoniously falling into a pit and bouncing up agian, I asked with a grimmace, "Just exactly why was it that he wanted to go this way?" He said it was a habbit...
This just followed a talk about the note he left for the helper in the barn with "oh you can read it tonight when we do the horses" Wide eyed...."I'm not going to the barn tonight....."
What is it with guys that they go into denial with wives who have surgery or such. I'm sure he didn't mean harm, yet I can't help but thinking how thoughtless it has been....
HP, what did this guy have done? Is he special to your mom? That seems so strange for her to react that way unless she thought Mr HP had it handled and she would be in the way?
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
