And so this is Christmas
Eve, anyway. It’s 11:30 PM on December 24. I am having a quiet night at home, trying to get over some sort of stomach bug that’s been plaguing me. I thought this would be a good moment to stop by and update you all.
I won’t get into all the details, because they are tedious and gross and depressing, but the infection on John’s thumb turned into a real nightmare. Briefly — two urgent care visits, two ER visits, one MRI and one lancing later, we spent the day in the hospital yesterday, getting his thumb biopsied. The MRI showed a mass. Unfortunately, they couldn’t determine what the mass was. It could have been anything from a pocket of gunk from the infection to a harmless cyst to a benign tumor… to melanoma. John has had melanoma before, so he is considered high-risk. Thus the taking of half his nail and a chunk of his thumb yesterday. The doctor told both of us that he believes in preparing for the worst-case scenario. So of course, all we’ve been thinking about for the past week is cancer, and John needing to have his thumb cut off to the first joint if it is.
And Steve has a stubborn staph infection in his nose that is so relentless, he’s been on four types of antibiotics and has seen several specialists. I have not seen him in three weeks. And I have had nothing left over from worrying about John to be supportive to him. I feel bad about that.
So. After I got John home safely last night, with all his meds, food, etc., and his assurance that he would be OK, I came home and collapsed. And the only time I left the apartment today was to take out the trash and get the mail.
But tomorrow, I’ll go be with John. We’ll have presents. We’ll have a nice dinner (if I can eat it). We’ll be together. And he has a follow-up appointment on Tuesday, where we’ll learn the results of the biopsy. The doctor spoke to me after the procedure; he was cautiously positive. If the biopsy shows nothing, then nothing else needs to be done. John’s thumb is splinted and bandaged; it’s going to be a mess for a while, but it will heal and his nail will grow back.
Part 1 of my root canal is over and was uneventful, aside from my being so terrified, I nearly passed out. Part 2 (and hopefully the last of it, if things go well) will be next Thursday. With the root canal I had three years ago, part 2 was when things went wrong and it had to go into a third installment. I’m hoping that won’t be the case this time.
Last Monday feels like it was a month ago, but it was a happy night. I had plans with my girls Alex and SpankCake to have a holiday dinner, as well as a belated birthday celebration for SC. With John’s situation, I thought I might have to cancel, but he insisted that I go, and even though he had to see the doctor that day, he got there on his own. Said I needed their support… and I really did. So the three of us had dinner and cake and our usual lively chatter, and exchanged presents. They bought me a joint gift — an utterly gorgeous, plush throw blanket from Nordstrom. I couldn’t stop touching it, and as soon as I got home, I bundled into it and took a picture. (Sorry for my phone’s crappy selfie quality.)
And in the midst of all this craziness, where spanking is the last thing on my mind, a nice compliment. The Spanking Blogg Awards 2015 continue, and the nominations for Lifetime Achievement were posted. There are two categories — video producers and spankees — and I was nominated in the latter. Please go check it out here, and if you’re so inclined, cast your votes. Only takes a couple of seconds. 🙂
I’m going to sleep now. All cynicism and grumpiness aside for a moment, I wish all of you a happy holiday, whatever you may be doing. Go be with people you love, or spend time with your pets, or whatever your heart desires. Life is too short to spend time doing tedious crap with people who don’t make you happy.
♥ ♥ ♥ Good night.