This was me, last Tuesday…
…after a hard spanking and paddling, and shoulder-to-toe massage. Steve came over and took good care of me, just in time to launch into what became Hell Week… getting John out of the hospital, settled back at home, dealing with his mail and laundry and groceries, and getting him to four different appointments. I am currently up at the godforsaken hour of 6:05 a.m., mainlining coffee and preparing to go for another 100-mile round trip today, picking him up and getting him to the urologist. The good news is, his foot has settled down (we saw the podiatrist) and his eyes are OK (we saw the ophthalmologist and optometrist); he will need reading glasses, but so do most people our age. Bad news… the UTI (and the subsequent catheterization) so traumatized his prostate and urethra, he is now on home catheters for the time being, which means we have to drag those effing cath kits everywhere we go and the poor man has to use them. We’re hoping the urologist will be able to fix him up today.
Oh, and yeah, he’s still healing from open-heart surgery. Ye gods. As he said yesterday morning, “I didn’t sign up for this.”
He has extended his six-week work leave to eight. We’re hoping it won’t be more than that.
Work is also busy, which is good, but the timing is a bit tricky. I’ve barely been online all week, save to check email and tweet on occasion. I just don’t have the time or the energy for it. So again, bear with me. I shall return. And I’ll even have another spanko song parody for you. Meanwhile, have a great weekend, y’all.