According to many early philosophers, there are always good things and there are bad things but in the long run they even out and life as a whole has a median of null.
Then there are those who say "hey you think this is bad? Ha! Just wait"
Then the idiots I've known who say "If your god brought you to it, s/he will bring you through it."
This week was somewhere in the above.
Last Friday, my wife of 43+ years had the opportunity to experience rotator cuff surgery. The doctor who performed the operation is a very wise and experienced man who had originally thought it may take about an hour or so. Well, friends, he found so much damage in that area, he was working for almost three hours to clean up and fix up all that needed fixing up. We were sent home with her left arm immobilized in a supportive contraption designed for someone about 2/3rds her girth. There is a myriad of velcro type fasteners to hold it together. I think it was modeled after some middle ages torture device. But she got a wonderful set of medications that helped her pass out and not be aware of the painful experience she was involved in.
My job is to make sure there is ice in the bucket for the circulator machine. I also get to massage her arms and legs as necessary (and it is always necessary). I am also to prepare the food, clean up afterwards, and do all the other stuff I normally do.
Yesterday (this falls under the second statement above), we had a quick lunch at a favorite restaurant and came home to nap. At about four in the afternoon, I thought I was in an episode of "Alien". My gut was wrenching, my bowels exploding, my stomach was threatening to regurgitate everything I had eaten in the past week. I will assume it was some sort of food poisoning. And of course, the wife was going through the same stuff. After the initial onrush of symptoms, our systems settled down a bit, but she was having a distress attack. She decided that I should sleep on the couch so I could be right next to her if she needed me. So I tried to sleep on the couch. There is no way on god's green earth that I can get comfortable enough to sleep on that couch. I passed out for an hour or two only to wake with the feeling that Hulk Hogan had just slammed my back on a very hard mat. After going through the get her comfortable routine, I just went to my bed. And slept for almost ten hours.
My grandson who lives with us has been having trouble sleeping at night. On Thursday, I took him to the doctor who gave home medication for an ear infection. He said it should also clear up the drainage problems and the stuffy nose. Because he can't sleep, his mother can't get the sleep she needs. Even though he is the happiest little guy in the house, he gets loud and miserable when he can't sleep. The daughter is also massive miserable because she has to teach 120 ungrateful little turds how to read and understand the English language. Well, not all are ungrateful, but there are a couple of sniveling little bitches who will not do the work and then report back to their moms events of such hyperbolic exaggeration that not even on her worst day on earth could they happen. But you know who the moms believe.
On the plus side, whatever channel my wife is watching is airing reruns of "Hart to Hart" all day long. These are playing as she sleeps in her new recliner, covered with ice packs. This does mean that I am unable to watch any college football, but I'm not really following anyone this early in the year. The first few game are normally BIG ENORMOUS vs itty bitty. And we all know how those turn out, don't we. But I get to catch up on the shows I missed back in the seventies and watch to see if Robert Wagner or Stephanie Powers ever get their perfect hair messed up. Of course there will be "Murder, She Wrote", "Colombo", "Diagnosis Murder", "CHiPs", "Emergency", and I'm sure many many more that we used to watch back when we were young.
Well, I hope the paint is dry on the box I am building for my other grandson. I figured to piant it before assembly to make sure I got a good coating on everything.
Until next time......
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