First of all let me catch you up from where we last left off. Dorothy had a plane ticket to Chicago. But did she? She gets to the airport where she finds out the guy got her a ticket for May 31 and not March 31 so nope, no flying for her. Mark and Cathy reintroduced their offer to drive her up here so they did. I met them after work at the tollway oasis and picked her up and brought her home.
Guess what was waiting for me at home? Two pairs of shoes? Yes but big deal. Guess again. Yep, it was the iPad! Phew, I was slightly worried it would be late and no one would be home but it got here. We also found out the surgery the next day wasn’t until 1:00 so we didn’t have to leave that night for the hotel so I could cancel it and then load up the new toy.
Friday morning, we all head out to Chicago for the surgery. The drive in was effortless and the timing was good, no rush hour, got there early enough but not too early.
While RAW was in surgery, Hollace and I go to check into the hotel. The weather was crappy but the hotel was only a block away. It wasn’t our usual place but it should be, they had a really cool lobby, very retro 60’s cool or something. We then headed out to Garretts to stand in line for Chicago mix popcorn then hung out in the hotel for a short bit eating popcorn before heading back to the waiting room where Dorothy remained.
The surgery took 2 hours and the surgeon came out and said things couldn’t of gone any better.
Another 3 hours later he was wheeled into his room where we were waiting. The drugs were good and he seemed ok.
Then the pain in his shoulder started. He had a horrible night because of it. It brought him to tears, it was that bad. They mentioned that he might have a sore shoulder because of the gas and the position they had to put him in.
Later that night, Hollace and I run around Michigan Ave in the cold rain. Hollace proclaims she likes to walk and likes the energy running around the city, just not all the people.
At 7:30 the next morning he called requesting some 7-Up, crackers and something else I can’t recall.
Saturday of course we hang out in his room, he is in pain from the shoulder but nothing else. At some point Hollace and I take off again to walk the city. There is only so much hanging around we can do in the hospital and it is still Hollace’s spring break, try to make it a little fun for her. We walk and walk and run into International Pillow Fight day at the moment it begins. We also see a marshmellow peep car handing out free samples.
Later in the afternoon we get the word RAW can check out. I cancel my plan B hotel scenario in case he had to stay. I go out to the Johnny Mathis floor of the parking garage and bring the car around and take everyone home. His shoulder is ok now at least.
For the next 10 days RAW has to wear a catheter. It is definitely weird to see a tube coming out of his pee-pee and to see the bag of pee he has hanging around all the time. The drugs are good keeping him in a good mood and very appreciative. He was so thankful. For the most part those 10 days were happy ones. Of course RAW probably doesn’t think so. I feel he is being such a good patient that alleviates any fear I might have if I ever have to have surgery. Heck I was worried because if the guy gets a common cold he is horribly whinny but none of that with the bigger deal surgery. I was impressed.
Friday, time to send Dorothy home. Got her a ticket for the 8:50 am flight out. I get up 30 minutes early so I can get her to the airport before work. The timing is again perfect and I drop her off. At work I monitor her flight and about 30 minutes before it is to take off it gets canceled! She tries to get on the 10:45 flight to no avail. I guess she didn’t get in line soon enough or something so she is now booked on the 4:00 flight. I again monitor the flight and again about 30 minutes before the flight they cancel that one too! Now what? I call her and scoop her on that one. There are no more flights to Fort Wayne. They offer to fly her to Indianapolis. Yeah right, geez. She has sat at the airport for 9 hours now. I leave work and go pick her back up. I told the woman that has been wheeling her around that I will pick her up at the Arrivals. I go around, no sign of them. They tell me to call when I get there but the security tells me to move along. I go around again, still nothing. Finally I find out they are at Departures, one more time around and I find them.
Monday I have off because I need to get RAW to Chicago to remove the catheter. We take Dorothy to the airport on the way (timing again is perfect). He gets the tube pulled, he look for lunch and then go home.
Now it is Wednesday and all hell has broken loose. RAW has no control over his peeing and is getting very upset and wet and sore and rashy. It is a nightmare. I really, really hope he gets the control back because he is doing a lot of laundry and yelling, cursing and what not. I ask him if he has been doing his kegals, I guess not. Dang, he should be doing those constantly, why he isn’t I have no idea.
I am kind of peeved with his doctor, they didn’t really prepare him at all with the after effects he is having. Yes they mentioned some incontence and sure a lot of guys just have a little leaking but a lot of guys have pouring and he is one of them. They should of told him a worse case scenario. I really feel for the poor guy. It better get better soon.
