I was waiting for another post on the wife's surgery thread to show up, so I
could find it. The thread seems to have petered out just in the nick of
She's home, folks! Doing OK. Not great. It's interesting her having those
bags on her and stuff, but we'll get through it. Lots of outpatient stuff
to follow, which might or might not trip another $1,000 deductible, and
she's on disability for six weeks. Wheeeeeee.
We'll get through it. She's alive. That's the main thing. This whole deal
was pretty damn ugly.
I got a pedometer for Christmas. I've been wearing it all day. You're
supposed to work at doing 10,000 steps a day for better health and stuff.
Well, I logged 12,000. My butt hurts because I've started tightening up
muscles I forgot how to use.
I'm thinking, now that I'm back in good spirits, that maybe the solutions to
all these woes is a nice Russian mail order bride. She could take care of
SWMBO, and take care of some of the things that SWMBO isn't going to be
taking care of for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time with those bags
hanging out of her, and about 300 metric feet of healing incisions. A nice
pretty Russian mail order bride who knows how to cook and clean and, um,
perform other duties.
Just have to get gay marriage approved and constitutionalized. Polygamy has
to follow. Then I get my second wife. :)
(Yeah, right. I can barely afford ONE of these critters.)
I'm glad she's home. I'm way too familiar with the hospital staff. Hell of
it is I never did use the elevator. Took the stairs, like that commercial.
My love handles are still here, and I gained 15 pounds. That sucks. I
should sue the people who made that commercial for false advertising. :)
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