Its been a few days since my last post. Matt had his gallbladder removed last Thursday and has spent the last fews day recovering. The surgery is much simpler than in the "olden" day when they practically had to cut you in half. Now it is just 3-5 little holes, Matt has three, well, more like two, since one of the "holes" was his belly button. I know more about gallbladder and liver functions than I care to and I could educate a few people if they really want to know. We had a crazy heat wave here in the mid atlantic and with the lack of a/c, Matt and I stayed at his moms house while he was resting and just went home Monday night. Thursday and Friday I took off work to take care of him and make sure he didn't overdo it. I had some time to do some stitching and some reading.
I worked on the round robin piece (sorry, no pic) I had with me and managed to lose one of the threads in the doctors waiting room. Yes, we all know my luck with threads. Luckily, I had the same color in my stash, so I was able to replace it without having to make a special trip to a craft store in the spare time I didn't have.
I also got to inhale the fourth book in the Pretty Little Liars series. Danielle got me started reading them and now I need to get my hands on the next one. Anyone else read this series? I have been reading alot this summer, it has been very enjoyable. Especially since I rekindled my relationship with Goodreads. It is a great site to keep track of books I have read, want to read, and what I am currently reading. I also get to see what my friends are reading. Kind of like Facebook for books....if that makes any sense.
Matts post op appointment was today, and aside from a reaction to the suture glue they used, he should be on the mend! Hopefully, this means that things are getting back to normal soon and we are getting back into the groove of our daily lives (and Matt can go back to work). I won't bore you with all my feelings, but this sick spouse stuff is crazy. It is a constant overflow of emotions, even when you know they are going to be okay. It's leaving them in a hospital room while you drive home to an empty house, the doctor talk, the paperwork, the insurance aholes, the needles. It's the fear, the reassuring smiles, the brave face, those secret tears, and that blissful moment when the nurse comes out to get you and you walk into the recovery room, they smile at you and everything is again right with the world.