But getting out of the hospital sucked.

The Man's surgery went better than expected, according to his doctor.  What a relief!  The Man was up & around within a few hours of surgery, and actually pretty chipper, though that last was probably the good drugs talking.  He said the food & room service were pretty good, too.  That happened on Wednesday, Oct 21.

The Man was supposed to be released on the 22nd before noon.  I spent the evening of the 21st getting the family room upstairs ready for The Man's extended recovery and didn't get to bed until midnight.  I was told to be at the hospital by 7am because the doctor usually did his rounds in the early mornings before his first surgeries.  So I get to the hospital by 7am.  The Man wakes up with a case of hiccups that continues throughout the day.  The nurses only give us the silly home remedies to try to stop them, none of which worked for more than five minutes. 

By noon, the discharge paperwork was done, and we were still waiting on the doctor.  At 330pm, I go home for a few hours.  I come back around 6pm.  Still no doctor. At 730pm, the on-call doctor finally released my husband from the hospital...over the phone.  By 830pm, we were on the road, rushed because we had to hit our pharmacy before it closed at 9pm.  9pm, we walk through our own door  Thank God the on-call doctor perscribed a medication to stop the hiccups.  And the freaking RNs didn't know about said medication?  Excuse me?!? 

Worse, I had lined up one of our friends to help me get The Man home and up the stairs.  That friend was on hold all day just like us.  Unlike us, our friends at least had something productive to do while he waited...like giving a new job with one of his friend's new company a test-drive.  Good for him.  Still sucks that he had to wait all day, though.

After all of the work and $ to get the upstairs room set up for The Man, he slept there one night.  The next day, we dismantled the sleeping arrangement because we discovered that The Man could navigate the stairs just fine, thank you, and he wanted to sleep in his own bed.  Understandable, and great news.  However, crisis and major stress time was over,so I had a melt down. 

For some reason, I fixated on the time we'd wasted in stressing about getting the room set up which in the end, The Man didn't need.  Further, because of said wasted time, I did not get any writing done.  To use my friend Ro's phrase, I was all out of coping beans, the jar of which was not only empty, but sported an IOU note, too.  The Man did his manly thing and talked me down.  Saturday was a wash.

Sunday found me back at the computer, trying desperately to finish chapter 21.  I thought I finished it, but my Moxie partners have requested that I actually finish it rather than cutting it off.  *sigh*.  That is today's project.  After that, I think I have the wrap up and the afterword (next book set up) to finish, and then I am off to plot the next one, and work on the second draft of the first.    WOOT