DH had his gallbladder removed today. Surgery went fine, he's in hardly any pain (he says on a scale of 1-10, 1/2), but he's real nauseous and gets quite dizzy when ever he does anything but lie there, (when he gets up, sits up, watching TV, holding a conversation). It's better than it was at first though, he isn't vomiting anymore. I left at 5 and he looks tons better than he did at 11, his color is back. They say some people react to anesthesia that way, he's in the some people category. Ain't he lucky!
His biggest problems are nothing fits him! He's 6'4" and around 260. The bed's too short, the gown doesn't fit... They finally made the bed better (there's an adjustment to make it longer -- who knew?) right before I left. And he hates all the tubes!
I left at 5 cause it's getting dark earlier (plus we had one of those dreary, rainy, drizzly days) and I don't see so good in the dark. Total (or almost) dark -- forget it. Not too bad with street lights and car lights, but not great. Anywho, kinda wierd being all alone in the house for this long. We've been apart in our almost 25 years, but usually it's me that leaves him at home!
Finished the sleeves and half of the back of the Eyelet cardigan for Emily at the hospital, one redeeming value to spending the day there! Other than comforting and commiserating with DH of course!