Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Sinus Surgery: So easy, even a caveman could do it?

Sometimes we have to do really crappy things to get to the non-crappy stuff. Today Phill had sinus surgery (really crappy) so that he can breathe freely (non-crappy).

It was a multi-faceted approach. They righted his deviated septum, the result of a volleyball injury (back of someone's head + Phill's nose) more than a decade old. They removed a huge (in the doctor's words) bone spur. And they cleaned out his sinuses.

I was grateful to have my dear friend Sarah and my other dear friend Ciera helping me with babysitting/picking up Reed from school, so that I was able to go to the hospital alone to pick up Phill. When I saw him, the first thing that came to me was, and please forgive me because I think my husband is incredibly attractive, THIS guy:
With a stint in each nostril, his nose was (as he would say) like a two-car garage. His eyes were closed, and his ridiculously long eyelashes were plastered to his cheeks, splayed out for me to ogle and envy. Under his nose is a sort of gauze moustache. I said, "You look sexy." I don't think he believed me.

True to form, he cracked jokes while we got him ready to go home. He continued cracking jokes, and actually, hasn't really stopped. Phill is a lover and a joker by nature....and apparently, percocet only enhances these qualities. He is a good patient, although I have to be quite bossy. (It's good for me. Hones my assertiveness skills.)

So now here I sit, my dishes finally done (dear dishes: i hate you. never come back. not-sincerely, rae.), my floor vacuumed, my children asleep and my husband rests, wheezing away with his musical nose, finally getting some Zzz's after his prehistoric day.

One thing I would like to add, in teeny-tiny print because I am still feeling sheepish about it? Do not schedule a carpet cleaning the same day your husband has surgery. Dumb idea, okay? Just....stupid. There is no time for things such as that on days such as these.

7 comments:

leslie the licorice stick lady said...

Oh man, I hope he's feeling better soon. At least he's optimistic about it. You have a great way of using creative words when you write that makes for fun reading. LOL!

Lara said...

Hope Phill feels better soon.

And that the dishes never return.

Kelly said...

Poor guy. Tell him to start Phillin' better, okay?

Miss you guys!

Abby said...

A lover and a joker. Sounds right. :)

Did you cancel with the carpet cleaner then? Or werjavascript:void(0)e you not even home in time?

Funny how sometimes it doesn't even occur to us till later that on an atypical day, we might not want to schedule typical things...

Shayanne Snodgress said...

I'm sorry! Mostly for laughing while reading that, but i just couldn't help it. i was imagining...well nevermind. But i'm sorry for phil too. get well soon, Rae needs the help with the dishes:)
love your guts Rae

Qait said...

Exact same thing with Michael before we got married. His nose is pretty narrow and straight though, so it was just mildly swollen...kind of...you know. But yeah, he had kind of bloody breath because of it (and he hates blood), so he was kind of miserable about that.
But yes, he had meds that made him more lovey and jokey, too.
When the doctors wheeled him in, he said something about them taking his brains out. And when they wheeled him out, he said "It's a boy!"
I'll tell you about the lovey stuff later if you want. I've probably told you before. It's funny.

Liz said...

Wow! I'm happy for you, for the non-crappy part. This is a really funny entry, what-with the handsome caveman and all! Love it.