Granted, I shouldn’t have any problems eating after my surgery (which I know will eventually happen, I just don’t know when). And by “shouldn’t” I mean the only sore throat I expect to have is the one caused by the oxygen machine. No cutting above the neck for me. No, my scar will be down my chest.
I still shudder at that thought.
That doesn’t mean I’ll feel like eating, though, does it? Hubby is on a liquid diet (feeding tube) right now and I hate bugging him when he should eat, but I do because he needs it. Hopefully, he’ll return the “favor” of bugging me when I’m not doing something I should (like probably getting up and walking around).
I’m glad to be there for him. And I’ll be doubly glad he’ll be there for me. I can’t imagine going through recovery without someone by my side. I want to be his motivation, because he’ll certainly be mine.
He thinks he’s being a pain. And a wimp. Well, he might be a wimp at times (he tends to get that way when he’s sick), but he’s not a pain. I just want him to get better. And if that means nagging for him to do what he needs to do to get better, then I guess I’ll nag.
Hey! Today is my library event. Wish me luck! And if you happen to be near the Washington-Centerville (OH) Public Library on Far Hills Road, stop by and say hi. I'll be there from 1-3pm.
Tomorrow I go in for my six-month check up, or the start of it. I’m sure my doctor will schedule tests (like an echocardiogram and EKG). Fun, fun! And while I may feel a little symptomatic (mainly, I just never feel like I’m getting ahead in my exercise program), I don’t think it’s at the severe level yet (and I hope it doesn’t get there for a very long time).
On Wednesday Hubby should get the results of the pathology on his lymph nodes. Fingers crossed for some good news. I sure would love to say he beat cancer.
And I’d love to be in a super-duper good mood when the Penguins game comes on. Penguins and Rangers start this Wednesday in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Let’s go Pens!
So… Do you tend to nag your loved one when they’re sick and not doing what they should be doing to get better (even if that means staying in bed and sleeping)? And why are sick people so stubborn? J
Have a great Monday!