It’s cloudy and gray with a 90% chance of rain. It rained all night and should rain on and off the rest of the day.
I think I’m coming down with a bug. I haven’t been sick in a long time. But last night was rough. I was coughing, felt like I had a fever and someone split my brain with an axe. Not good.
I woke up hour after hour with relief. It’s 1 a.m. I have five more hours to sleep. It’s 2 a.m., four more hours. Finally, I pulled myself out of bed and took an Advil. I had moved into the casita so I wouldn’t keep my husband up all night. I was propped up on four pillows to help me breathe. I had the humidifier on and Olive was on my legs to give me comfort.
I had to get up early and drive my husband to surgery. It was a minor oral surgery thing, but he was having general anesthesia, so despite how I felt or what a lousy night’s sleep I had, I was on duty.
I packed a quilt, pillow, my laptop, Cheryl Oreglia’s book “Grow Damn It!” that I’ve almost finished. I had my journal to write my three pages. I was ready to hunker down in the car for hours. I didn’t want to sit in the waiting room coughing and sniffling.
I got two pages of my three written and my phone rang. The procedure was over. I’m talking 20 to 30 minutes!
I was kind of disappointed it was so quick. It was a let down after I was so prepared to sit for hours.
I drove him home and unpacked the car. Put him to bed. I’m ready for bed, too.
What procedures have you had or your spouse that went easier than expected?
Or, what has been worse than you thought it would be?