Damn skippy!Do you have built in ceramic plating to protect you now, so if someone punches you in the chest your heart won't accidentally reboot or go to a blue screen?
Damn skippy!Do you have built in ceramic plating to protect you now, so if someone punches you in the chest your heart won't accidentally reboot or go to a blue screen?
when you consider they were able to dig into the exact center of my skull and remove a golfball sized mass through a hole about 1/4 of an inch across, yeah, I'd say we're making progress.
I coulda did that wit my good knife and 5 minutes.
I coulda did that wit my good knife and 5 minutes.
I probably should have included 'and survive'
Damn straight, the Hubs is a rockstar
From the perspective from across the room, he's doing great. His sense of humor is all there, sharp as a tack, and it's taken a little while longer for recovery due to the full extent of getting two major surgeries for the price of one. Migraines are the biggest hurdle right now, but from doing some research they're not completely uncommon.
And neither are the other two things that he *neglected* to mention, being:
1. After 3 days in the ICU, under sedation and restraint, he ripped out his damn breathing tube. That was how I knew he'd be just fine, because he continued to be such a pain in the ass.
2. Someone likes to get a bit chippy, and it sends his heart rate through the roof and into A-fib. Especially while dreaming (oh, tell them that one Honey). Thankfully, due to beta blockers and a wife that wrote "CALM YO TITS" on plan board in his hospital room, he's made it out of the red zone. Up to 30% of cardiac surgery patients experience bouts of A-fib, and it's controlled with a 3-step plan of 1. tit-calming, 2. beta-blocker bolus, and 3- Hospital visit and surveillance. Thankfully since he's been release we haven't had to go beyond step one.
Honestly, at this point, he's doing better than me. Sleeping more, eating better, and relaxing just fine. Fucker
seriously, how can you reference 'tit calming' without pix and still expect us to respect you in the morning.
i'm gonna practice some tit calming on rollout's mom later
has the line finally gotten short enough?
How are you holding up? As hard as it is on the patient, it's pretty tough on their partner as well, believe me, I know what it's like.
Thanks for asking hon I appreciate it.
The 10 day hospital getaway was very rough. My brain is still in defense mechanism mode, but when I get snippets of the bad moments back in my mind (like the entire ICU stay, his awful Dilauded drug stupor, then the 10 on the pain scale thanks to his asshole nurse that one day, etc) I get back to almost a panic-attack mode. All in all though, it's getting better every day we wake up together and I can see his recovery progress.
Life can seriously take a time-out in the corner or go fuck itself though. Work, family, home, etc expectations of me are extremely high right now, and I've had, um, interesting meltdowns over things such as socks, dropping leftovers on the ground, yeah. I feel like I've been thrust into a large spotlight and have to perform spot-on with everything or else I fail and feel like because I fail even so minorly with things that I don't deserve to have an amazing husband who is doing just fine with his recovery. It's what I'd imagine post-partum anxiety would be like if we had a babby.
Thanks for asking hon I appreciate it.
The 10 day hospital getaway was very rough. My brain is still in defense mechanism mode, but when I get snippets of the bad moments back in my mind (like the entire ICU stay, his awful Dilauded drug stupor, then the 10 on the pain scale thanks to his asshole nurse that one day, etc) I get back to almost a panic-attack mode. All in all though, it's getting better every day we wake up together and I can see his recovery progress.
Life can seriously take a time-out in the corner or go fuck itself though. Work, family, home, etc expectations of me are extremely high right now, and I've had, um, interesting meltdowns over things such as socks, dropping leftovers on the ground, yeah. I feel like I've been thrust into a large spotlight and have to perform spot-on with everything or else I fail and feel like because I fail even so minorly with things that I don't deserve to have an amazing husband who is doing just fine with his recovery. It's what I'd imagine post-partum anxiety would be like if we had a babby.