Do Not Eat Skittles
directly after surgery.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Other than that, all is well. Darren has done surprisingly well, thankfully. He even played chess with James last night. I think, when the anesthesia wore off, he was a little surprised by the amount of pain he was in, an I will have to make an ice run today, because our ice maker simply cannot keep up, but he is coping well and is able to do more than I expected.
I many ways, it is also harder than I expected. Dishes to be done; I can’t just leave them knowing someone will pick up the slack later (dishes are my nemesis). Dogs need to be fed (that’s me too, although soon assigned to James, at least at night). Trash to be taken out; you’re looking at her. And while I feel this way when Darren is at a conference, it’s more so now, because James and I pare down to minimum then. Dinners, we don’t so much care. Soup from a can, out with friends, pizza in bed. It’s a special time. Now, I have three. At home. For three meals. A friend has graciously offered to bring us dinner tonight. She didn’t have to offer twice 
.
We are also coming to the realization of the shock of the different way we do things.
A commotion in the bathroom. “Did you realize he’s lying on the floor of the show?” “He always does that.” “It’s filling up?!” “He never overflows it?” “But why?” “I don’t know. I don’t care as long as he uses soap and doesn’t shower too long.”
James and I in sweaters when the temperature is over 100 outside because Darren has the a/c cranked much lower than we are accustomed to. He’s used to office living; we only turn it on when the house reaches 85. I shudder to think of our electric bill.
“Have you fed the dogs yet? . . . Have you fed the dogs yet? . . .Have you fed the dogs yet?” “It’s not 8 a.m. yet. They will learn to wait. I am the human. They are the dog.”
All things said, it is hard. It’s hard not to be able to do what you use to do. Hard to have to pick up the slack. And hard to be the kid, having to scale back your fun. But, it will get better. That’s the whole idea.
And, it’s better than expected, at least by me.
So glad all went well (minus the skittles).
I cannot imagine having J home and recovering … egads.
Received the sweater yesterday …. Oh MY! Even J was impressed (being all man and not a knitter ya know) Thank you so much!
Hubbies definitely have a way of changing the dynamic of things when they are home. Mostly for the better…but occasionally, you just have to overlook them!
Fruit/cereal bars aren’t the greatest thing to eat after anesthesia, either. Just in case you ever need to know.
Glad your man is recovering.
It can be mind-numbing for the husband to be home, noticing everything, changing things, etc. He’ll probably get bored with it soon, though, and want to get back to work!
Hope he recovers quickly and well.
Hope things continue to be better than expected. Dan is 6 hours away from the end of bedrest and is coloring with Mia. Can’t imagine 2 weeks of this. 42 hours nearly did me in. Poor Mia had to repeatedly insist she was hungry to get me out of bed this morning (In my defense, I got out at 5:45, she started working on me at 5:18 after getting me out of bed 4 times last night. Need to work out a rule about a relationship between the number of times I get out of bed in the middle of the night and when I will get up in the morning. Probably need to teach her to count and read time first…. Oh yeah, she’s two…. =)
I guess I’m the only idiot in the bunch. What happened with the skittles? Did he throw up? Baby Boy has surgery all the time, at least once a year, and he eats whatever the heck he wants after surgery. But he’s young, you know.
I hope you all find a nice groove soon. I KNOW how hard it can be when a new personality is thrown into your regular routine. It can be so difficult, and you have to smile and be gracious about the whole she-bang!
Not that I have any experience with this sort of thing.
Yes, he threw up. It may have been the pain as well. It was fairly significant as well. I won’t ask you to use Baby Boy as an experiment. Besides, as you point, being young has its advantadges.
He’s improving quickly, enough to be bothered by the “small” things, like not being able to shower for at least 2 weeks when it’s over 100.
Glad things went well. Once they get well enough to notice things it’s time for more pain meds..
I remember when my husband came home on weekends when working out of town. It was tough for him too because he didn’t know the rules or when they changed and I felt pressured when he was there. Eventually we got into a routine and had to talk a lot of the things through. When he came home after working away for 6 years it was different again. It is always a growing experience. How wonderful he is recovering and hopefully the surgery did the trick.