The last two weeks have been
The first couple of days were fine, other than tiring for me as Mr. Helen completely depended on me for everything. I did so many trips up and down the stairs, that my FitBit was saying I was doing about 12,000 steps - and that was with no extra exercise! On the 3rd day, I had to go back to work - both jobs - and while he wasn't quite as mobile as he had been with past surgeries, I set him up nicely before I left and told him to call if he needed help. He never called but when I got home, I found him in a terrible state, with his thigh, calf, and knee swollen up as big as a basketball. I had a fit and told him to call the doc to get in, but he wouldn't. I felt terrible leaving him to go to my part time job but it was too late to get coverage so off I went. When I got home, he was waiting for me to help him get upstairs to bed... and he was still miserable. That night, the leg was bothering him so much he couldn't lay down to sleep and tried to sleep standing up supported only by his crutches. Thursday morning, I pretty much laid down the law and demanded that he call the doctor.
In the midst of all this, I was trying to sell the tickets to the concert that I probably should have tried to sell the minute they scheduled his surgery. But he insisted he would be OK (and the other two times he'd had this surgery, he was mobile a week later), so I didn't. Now it was literally 3 days before the concert and here I was with $250 worth of tickets. The night that Mr. Helen didn't sleep, I had advertised the tickets both of Facebook (useless) and Craig's list. I had 6 offers for full price through Craig's list and the first buyer was so determined to get the tickets he offered to drive from New Hampshire to Connecticut to pick them up on Thursday.
In order to be safe, I was having him meet me in the lobby at my office, so I had to go to work. I told Mr. Helen if he got in with the doc, to call his father to take him because I had to go sell the tickets.
Are you beginning to get a picture of the stress bucket I was becoming? Here, let me show you:
Fortunately, the ticket buyer showed up a full hour ahead of when he'd said he would and Mr. Helen got a late morning appointment with the doc so I was able to take him. The doctor basically said he had swollen like that because the knee was so irritated internally, it released blood to try to protect itself. He ended up draining 8 oz. of blood off, rewrapped his leg and sent us on the way.
Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick and Mr. Helen began to feel a bit better.
Because it was Memorial Day Weekend, I had taken Friday off as a vacation day long before the surgery was even scheduled. intending to have some fun time off. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans right?
I didn't have a fun-filled day, but I did get a whole bunch of things around the house done, as well as getting the patio open. Longtime readers know my patio is a happy place for me, second only to the beach.
By the time I went back to work again on Tuesday, Mr. Helen was starting to act and move around more like previous surgeries so I felt confident he was on his way to recovering. Over last week, he did seem to be a little better every day - and he even did a repair in the house that I've been asking him to do for NINE years! Maybe this slower healing thing has it's advantages after all.
I guess another advantage to this two weeks of disruption and Mr. Helen constantly being home is that he said to me yesterday, "I had no idea how much you do on your days off. You don't ever just get a whole day off do you?" Nice that he noticed.
Oh, and did I mention that in the midst of all that, I've also been helping to plan Little Helen's bridal shower? We are in true wedding count down mode now.
So yeah, I'm looking forward to our week on the beach and nothingness in August for sure.