Hey peeps--
Well, I know you've all been sitting on pins and needles waiting for me to contribute to blog world again. Finally I have a minute to share with you a bit of our lives. I had a minute on Tuesday, but I chose to watch the BEST SHOW EVER, instead. (Biggest Loser, of course-although I have to admit once Abby was eliminated, I died inside, just a little.)
In case you hadn't heard, my husband has cataracts. He's only 41 and in my book that's still young. He even looks younger than me, which mostly annoys me, because he's actually 4 years older than I am. Anyway, we were all surprised recently to find out that his eyes aren't working well, due to cataracts, and if left untreated, he'll go blind. (apparently those are the eye doctors exact words)
So today was the big day. Eye #1! We had been mentally preparing for almost a month. Billy did his normal thing: researching the internet to find out all he could about cataract surgery. And I did my normal thing: teased him about having eye surgery. (I know I know. Who does that? I'm a jerk) He'd filed paperwork for the days off, and alerted all his co-workers that he'd be out for a couple days. All the preparations were made and the big day finally arrived!
We were all a bustling with energy this morning. The kids all heard the speech one more time, about how they can't hit or attack Daddy for the next couple of weeks. It was the 8 th time to hear this speech, but our kids need a lot more reminders. They tend to be rather physical. Jack was informed once again, how he was to be the man of the house now, and take on some extra responsibilities. One of those being: help Daddy pull on his pants for the next two weeks, as Billy is not allowed to bend at the waist. He's gonna earn that allowance this month for sure. Billy was dehydrated and hungry, and we headed out the door to drop kids to their proper institutions.
After we said our goodbyes it was just the two of us in the car. That almost never happens, and I hoped we wouldn't get in a head on collision. As we drove to the hospital, Billy's cell phone rang. He ignored it, as we were firming up our plans to get him picked up after the surgery when I got out of class. There was a message on his phone, so he listened to it, as we were exiting toward the hospital.
The surgery had been cancelled.
The assistant to the doctor was ill and they had no back up. Who doesn't have back up? Billy's eye doctor, that's who.
So we exited and headed back toward home. Billy didn't have many details, but at least they said sorry. I asked him if they said it like they meant it, and like they understood what it took to get this on our calendar, and if they understood all the emotional prep it took to have some guy cut into your eye, and if they might give us a "BOGO free" now that they were the ones to cancel. He had very little information to offer me, as he was in a state of complete frustration. I decided to shut up.
He got some breakfast and headed to work, and I went to class. During my break we talked and he was feeling fine about the whole thing, and had the surgery rescheduled. Billy handled this so much better than I would have. He's a good man.
That's about all I got for an update on us. Don't worry, I'll let you know of any further developments.
Oh yeah, you might be happy to hear I am taking my two cats to planned pethood tomorrow to get fixed. At least someone in our family is having surgery this week.
Until next time--