Back to a Routine, Sorta

Yesterday I took Monica to the hospital for her gallbladder operation. The worst part of it for me was waiting. I have often been the one in the bed or on the gurney, but this was the first time I was the family/responsible party waiting in the waiting room. The surgery lasted about an hour, and Monica was in recovery for about two hours.

The worst part of it for Monica was waking up from surgery. It's also the worst part of it for me. When you first come out of that anesthesia-induced sleep your body is very relaxed, and your nerves are extra sensitized. It has the effect of making the incisions and whatever they did inside you hurt a lot more than normal. It took a little bit, but I got Monica back home.

Thereafter I turned into a nurse. I'm getting the food, the drinks, the blankets, whatever she needs. Some guys would find that a drag. I, on the other hand, like having someone to take care of. Monica has never had someone to take care of her (except maybe her parents). She's a little uncomfortable having someone doing the day-to-day activities around her apartment, but with a surgical drain hanging out of one of the incisions, she really doesn't get a choice.

I ran out of choices on going to work today. Yesterday I took all day off to be with her for surgery and the first day after. My return to work today was, thankfully, unnoticed and produced zero interest. I got back into the swing of things fairly easily, but I must admit, I'd rather be playing nurse.

After work I had to do a few things around my house, and I got in dutch when I was late getting back to Monica. My bills took longer than I thought to pay, and I was late leaving. Unbeknownst to me, Monica was waiting to take her pain pill until I came back with food. I felt like a heel when I finally did make it in. After some dinner Monica was feeling better. I don't have to go back to my house for a few days, so hopefully I won't be late again this week.

More updates as they become available.