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I was expecting tonight to be writing a diary about how tired I was from waiting hand and foot on my invalid spouse, recovering from surgery performed this past Wednesday (one of many reasons I am still here in California instead of partying working hard with the assorted assemblage in Austin TX.
But that's not the case.
(Spouse is the handsome dude on the left.)
Wednesday, July 16, at 12:30 p.m., my beloved spouse had an orchidectomy. Must admit, with a name like that it sounds like something a florist or horticulturist would perform...but that's definitely not the case. Basically, during his annual physical, our doctor discovered an odd mass in his male parts and sent him off to a urologist for a more expert opinion...and it was the urologist's opinion that the testicle should come out. (Only one...though we had a brief scare when the instructions said both -- the doctor quickly made the appropriate correction.)
Anyway, spouse came through the surgery like the trouper he is; if he's in any major pain he's not telling me (typical), but he has confessed to soreness so has been taking the pain medications sent home for that. We're going to go to the Urgent Care Center tomorrow to have the dressing removed -- technically I should be able to take care of it myself, but I'm just nervous enough to have it done professionally, plus I'd like to have someone experienced look and make sure it's healing properly. The sutures are the self-dissolving kind and should be gone by about Wednesday or so, and if he's no longer in discomfort and can stop taking the pain pills, he should be okay to go back to work a week from Monday. (He's on vacation this week and next, one reason we scheduled the procedure for this time so he wouldn't miss work if possible.) The spouse did confess to the fact that the swelling did give him quite a bit of discomfort -- which I wish he'd told me earlier, but oh well.
Still in a bit of waiting mode though -- they sent the offending part off to Pathology for a biopsy, and the results won't be back for about another week (and his urologist is out of town for a week anyway; we go back to see him on Aug. 4). But I'm hopeful that we might actually get a few days of vacation out of this -- if he's feeling up to it on Wednesday, we could take the bus up the street to the local movie theaters and catch a flick or two.
About the only FP is the fact that I've had to do the majority of errands, and those by bus since I don't drive -- means a bit of timing in terms of making connections, and even those go awry at times (like today when it took me an hour to get to a certain grocery store that carries the potato salad he really likes -- coming home worked a lot better though). Oh, and since he can't bathe or shower till after the sutures are gone, I need to wash his hair in the kitchen sink in a bit. But he's able to do a few things as long as they don't involve a lot of bending or heavy lifting (means I'll have to do the laundry tomorrow morning, though he can at least come with me and carry the quarters and detergent containers), so I'm not completely on my own. I'll be glad though when he's recovered and we can get on with what passes for normal life around here.
So, that's what's going on here -- what's up with all you folks?
(Note: those of you writing from Austin, please refrain from complaints of hangovers, out of sympathy for those of us left out of all the parties here at home.)