Okay, I know I’m sounding like a broken record, or like I’m getting free stuff for publicizing this book (I am not *sigh*), but if you haven’t yet read Stephenie Meyer’s book Twilight, then go read it now. If you have read it and haven’t had a hard time not fantasizing about your husband being a vampire then . . . well . . . I’m sorry.
Obviously, my husband is a vampire. And I am not alone.
At any rate, my vampire is broken. Well, more accurately, was broken. This morning he was fixed.
Awwwww . . . now that didn’t come out right.
Anyway, he had his back surgery, it went well, the ruptured disk is no longer pressing up against his sciatic nerve, but the surgeon says we’ll need to keep an eye on it for the next few years because, “that disk is weak.”
Umm, you think? It was severely herniated and ruptured. At any rate, it is now all nipped and tucked and I will go retrieve him from the hospital in the morning. He has some pain but hasn’t needed or taken any meds since coming out of recovery, and he is moving around okay. He will go back to work later this week but I will sit on him to keep him down as much as possible if need be so that he can recover more fully before, you know, before GOING TO VIETNAM! Which the doctor and the nurses said he should be up for by the time it happens IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS!
A little story from the hospital today (and don’t feel sorry for him, I told him I was going to blog this, and he laughed and said, “I know you will.” Of course, he was laughing a lot post-op, so I think it might have had something to do with the drugs working out of his system, but whatever).
Where was I? Oh yes, the story:
Shortly after being transferred to the very small room where he is currently residing in the hospital, his nurse, who was in her 20s and with whom he had been flirting quite a bit (again with the drugs) came in and said she needed “a sample.”
Having just had back surgery he was a bit concerned about how this was all to be accomplished, but she told him he could get up and walk to the bathroom whenever he was ready. “Just let me know, and I’ll help,” she said with a smile on her face.
Well, no time like the present. So she gladly started instructing him on how to roll to his side, which arm and leg to use for leverage and how, etc. When he was sitting up she had him hold on to her and instructed him to stand up.
And he did.
“Come on,” she said, “I need you to stand up all the way. Stand up straight.”
“I am,” he said, because he was.
“Oh,” she giggled as she finally really looked at him standing before her, “for some reason I expected you to be tall.”
Really, it’s okay: bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! See, you can laugh. Even he did.
So my vampire husband is on the mend and one big thing hanging over our heads can now be crossed off the list of insane stressors in our lives. It feels good. So very, very good. And words can’t describe how relieved I am that the surgery went well, because I am insanely in love with all 5 feet 6&1/4 inches of him.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.
ps to Dianna: Everyone is more than welcome to swear in abbreviations on my blog as long as we are all in agreement that WTF=what the frap. Hee hee.