My husband is unable to do much. He can't help bathe the kids, he can't help them tie their shoes or put their socks on. He can't even put his OWN socks on, much to my chagrin. Thank G-d he can wipe his own tush, because if not we'd be in serious trouble. That is where I draw the line!! He can't serve himself a meal without making a total mess. He can't wash dishes, he can't put his own sling on.
The orthopedist he saw yesterday said at least two full weeks without operating on anyone, but in the interim he's seeing patients in the office for follow ups or to schedule surgeries for later on. Frankly I was incredulous when the doc said two weeks. He has to have repeat x-rays next week and then he'll begin physical therapy. If the bones have shifted any further this could change the prognosis...
I was able to escape for a Girls' Night Out Monday night (it had been on the books for a few weeks, so I wasn't about to cancel), but my mother-in-law had to come over to help him out with the kids while I was gone. I felt a little guilty, but I pushed it aside and went anyway.
My two good friends and I went out for sushi and had some wine. I got a text message from him during dinner that said, "Will you please get me some Milk of Magnesia on your way home?" A silver lining! He's constipated from all the pain meds. Serves him right I say. So I played the good wife and stopped at the grocery store at 9:30 on my way home. I got home and he was upstairs in bed. I started to pour him some of it and he said, "Nah, I don't want to take it tonight. I'll just wait til tomorrow morning."
I was LIVID. I wouldn't have even bothered. Get your own goddamn Milk of Magnesia next time. I had to stand in line and they had to do a price check and everything---I was mortified. And it wasn't even medicine for me. I made sure to complain loudly about my husband while I was waiting. I'm sure everyone thought I was a loon or just plain lying.
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Skip the milk of magnesia and mix up some Miralax into his favorite drink. He'll be a running in no time and won't be the wiser. Just tell him you put a curse on him and if he doesn't snap out of 'stupid' then next time you'll think of something worse!
What Daffy said!! LOL!! And, honey, cuss away...I'll love you anyway!
OMGoodness... you made me laugh out loud a couple of times during this post ... hehe hehe ((snort)) hehe!!
Make it a great day!
Gosh...what an ordeal. I think on a blog you should say whatever you want. Wouldn't be any fun if you felt inhibited. Thinking of you today...and wishing you some really joyful moments. Holly at lifelaughlatte.blogspot.com
I'm glad you got to go out for a bit with your friends. I vote for what Daffy said, too.
Men are helpless when they aren't injured but add injury or illness and Lord help their wives!
Don't count your chickens before they're hatched on the no sex thing.
PS Say whatever the hell you want. It's your blog. And it will make me feel better about the trashy things I say.
In a way, it might be a good thing for a doctor to experience what patients routinely go through (ie side effects of meds, inability to poo, etc,). And NEVER, EVER, EVER feel guilty about girls night. It is our therapy and it makes us better mothers, wives and friends (or at least that's what I tell myself). Probably just makes me a more efficient drunk.
It's your blog so it's your space to say what YOU want....so go for it girl! And btw....Mom's take care of their sons better anyway...so props to you for keeping your GNO!
love ya
LE
I thought the same thing about operating after only 2 weeks!!
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