April 27, 2011

  • OMG! The Drama Makes Me Homicidal


    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    A long while back, when the Beast had the very first surgery where he was going to be put under, I told you he had no experience with that kind of thing.  He had never had his tonsils out, his appendix...nothing that required general anesthesia.

    Well, this is the first time he had an inhaled anesthesia.  He said this surgery was different and it was on many points but....his inexperience with an inhaled anesthetic just about put me over the edge.  I told him that it would take 24-48 hours for it to completely leave his body, depending on what they used.  When he went to bed, it had been just 6 hours since he was out of surgery and, god help me, I wanted to put duct tape over his mouth, tie him up and put him in the closet.  He kept saying *Something is wrong!  This shouldn't last this long.  I'm so dizzy! *

    I finally said to him, *Do you want me to take you to the hospital?  Remember, one of the first things they will do is put a catheter on you and you will probably have to stay there.* (I wish!)  I told him again that his lack of experience with an inhaled anesthesia was making ME nuts because I had told him it wasn't something you could just shake off in a few hours.  He finally shut up but....he was up and down every half hour, moaning and groaning as he tried to empty his bladder.  He had managed to do that at the hospital but I know it was sheer desperation and was mainly blood that needed to be emptied anyway.

    It was about 4am when he actually, finally got some real action down there and he was ecstatic!  I managed to give him a thumbs up and said to him, *Great!  Do you think now you can get some damned sleep and not keep turning on every light in here to make sure you wake me up?*  He actually laughed and said, *I didn't want to suffer alone.* To which I said, *You had your dog!*

    I was really tired and feeling sick myself so I stayed in bed much longer than I should have probably.  The Princess came by with some pizza for our lunch and I just talked to her from the bed since the idea of eating pizza made me nauseous.  I know what it was....it was just a nervous reaction from the tension I had been feeling about the Beast and his surgery.  I have a tendency to internalize all that kind of thing so I can carry on with my daily routine.  Then, after it is all over and done with, I fall apart.    Yeah, that's me.  The nut case to be. 

    Well, it's time to go.  I am finally feeling better and really do have a few things I need to get done now that the Beast is on his way to healing and isn't raving like a lunatic about being dizzy or having a heart attack or something.  **Sigh**  HE would love to be the death of me, I think. 

    Love you all.  Watch out if those storms are headed your way and stay safe.  I need someone who cares to come and read me once in a while.  Have a great day, ya'll.