My husband brought to my attention that the only brief mention I made of him in all of this was a trashed kitchen and a brief, "Sorry, Dear" and he was right- doesn't happen often, but this time he wins.
I need to mention that Brian took off a couple of weeks from work the first time around to stay home, deal with kids, house, animals, laundry and take care of me. I was and still am thankful for that because while they tell you you can return to work by the 4th day post-op, I still have yet to meet the soul who is up to it by day 4. I was in a lot of pain the first time around and was very, very thankful I had a husband who gave a flying fig and CHOSE ON HIS OWN to stay home. Thank you for this, Brian.
This last time. . . .hmm, well it's a long story I wont go into but I literally got my surgery date confirmed the evening before I was to go in. Brian didn't have a lot of time to prepare and so was only off with me for 3 days as he has weekends off and my surgery was a Wednesday. Nevertheless, he sat there with me in pre-op for five hours starving along with me. He was so worried about leaving to eat and missing Dr. Owens. Finally when they wheeled the man in across from me into surgery I made Brian leave, after all, the Dr. had a patient in surgery now- there was no way he was leaving to come talk to us at that point. And when the mishap came that the 'other lady' almost went in before me- it was Sir Brian who went gallantly to the nurses station to make sure THAT didn't happen.
When I was finally wheeled into my room, Brian wasn't there. I was upset- not because I thought he'd run off, but because I wanted and NEEDED to see him and was worried that he didn't know where I was. It turned out he was waiting in the wrong area and people weren't opening the door for him but he found me in time. I was glad. Of course, almost instantly, I made him start helping me get to the bathroom, get dressed, etc. all the things you're supposed to be able to do before they let you go home. It didn't work out that way but damn it, I tried, and he was there helping me. He was telling me to take my time but I was stubborn and determined to be home within the hour- not just for me but for him. . .really, more him than me. He'd waited around since 9:30am and now it was getting close to 9pm- I, at least, got to sleep for a couple of those hours.
For all of this, being my husband, my advocate, my friend, my support. . .I thank you, Brian, and thank God everyday for you. I love you.
I need to mention that Brian took off a couple of weeks from work the first time around to stay home, deal with kids, house, animals, laundry and take care of me. I was and still am thankful for that because while they tell you you can return to work by the 4th day post-op, I still have yet to meet the soul who is up to it by day 4. I was in a lot of pain the first time around and was very, very thankful I had a husband who gave a flying fig and CHOSE ON HIS OWN to stay home. Thank you for this, Brian.
This last time. . . .hmm, well it's a long story I wont go into but I literally got my surgery date confirmed the evening before I was to go in. Brian didn't have a lot of time to prepare and so was only off with me for 3 days as he has weekends off and my surgery was a Wednesday. Nevertheless, he sat there with me in pre-op for five hours starving along with me. He was so worried about leaving to eat and missing Dr. Owens. Finally when they wheeled the man in across from me into surgery I made Brian leave, after all, the Dr. had a patient in surgery now- there was no way he was leaving to come talk to us at that point. And when the mishap came that the 'other lady' almost went in before me- it was Sir Brian who went gallantly to the nurses station to make sure THAT didn't happen.
When I was finally wheeled into my room, Brian wasn't there. I was upset- not because I thought he'd run off, but because I wanted and NEEDED to see him and was worried that he didn't know where I was. It turned out he was waiting in the wrong area and people weren't opening the door for him but he found me in time. I was glad. Of course, almost instantly, I made him start helping me get to the bathroom, get dressed, etc. all the things you're supposed to be able to do before they let you go home. It didn't work out that way but damn it, I tried, and he was there helping me. He was telling me to take my time but I was stubborn and determined to be home within the hour- not just for me but for him. . .really, more him than me. He'd waited around since 9:30am and now it was getting close to 9pm- I, at least, got to sleep for a couple of those hours.
For all of this, being my husband, my advocate, my friend, my support. . .I thank you, Brian, and thank God everyday for you. I love you.
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