It has been suggested to me (more than
50 a few times) that I should confess the “real” reason I was not discharged from the hospital until late Sunday afternoon.
I, of course, choose to believe that had I NOT spiked a fever on Friday night, all would have gone much more . . . smoothly.
(FirstHusband. Are you happy now?)
In all fairness, here’s what a great guy I have:
1. He has been THERE for me, really THERE for me, through everything. A CONSTANT support. EVERYTHING I need. Random doctors and nurses said things like “He’s a keeper.” and “You’ve got a great guy.” to which I replied, “oh, I KNOW I do.”
2. He and I have developed an excellent system to get me out of a hospital bed when my gut is full of stitches. Easy and relatively no pain. This system is borne from experience. He’s been there for me before, more than a few times.
3. He ordered all my “food” in the hospital and turned my cream of wheat into choco-wheat every time. Brought me good coffee from home every day and successfully doctored the one cup of Starbucks I had to drink with a packet of hot chocolate mix.
4. Made sure my water bottle always had room temperature water in it and kept my ice chip cup refilled, AND got me to the bathroom on time, every time. Painlessly.
5. He read aloud to me for days.
6. He walked and walked and walked with me as I pushed my IV stand around the hospital floor.
7. Made me the homemade coughing splint Linda told us about.
8. He helped me take a shower, helps me empty my drains, and rubs my back in just the right spot.
9. Is tracking every single medication I’m taking on a computer spreadsheet because there’s just too much of it and some of it makes me forget things – like what I took and when.
10. Called me last night to ask what color nightgown I wanted when he was out at Target, picking up a few things.
11. Selflessly and immediately released any claim to his bonus this year to finance my tummy tuck add-on surgery.
12. Keeps telling me how good I’m going to look and how happy I’m going to be the the results – and how happy HE’S going to be with the results – when I’m healed, stitches-free and walking upright.