The past couple of weeks have been tiring. I’m not sleeping. There’s no other excuse, I’m just not catching up and so the sleep deficit grows.
Boyfriend had surgery this week. It was a pretty quick operation that turned out to be a mix of extremely hi-tech and really low tech. The operation was carried out under general anaesthetic – which he didn’t respond very well to. The procedure, however, went very well. It was over within a matter of minutes. Keyhole surgery into the knee using a camera – we have the photos to prove it…and a big black marker. ‘X-marks the spot’ – or rather – this leg.
It’s been an ok week, but the recovery from the drugs has taken a while for boyfriend, but he’s not complained. He’s just getting on with it. I’m so impressed with him not complaining or whingeing on about it. Despite feeling like utter crap, he’s just soldiered on.
I am, however, deeply annoyed with his ex-wife. He’s not supposed to drive at the moment (yes, he had knee surgery), but she didn’t offer to bring the boys to him for this weekend. I offered to pick them up. I drive two hours a day in my commute and to get to her house, it would mean another hour. Her reaction to the fact I would be picking them up “make sure you pick them up by 7:00pm, because I’m going out. I haven’t been out for ages”. What a complete and utter selfish piece of ****************** (fill in the blanks with whatever fits).
To add insult to injury she sent a bag of washing home for my boyfriend to do as her washing machine is broken. Call me cynical if you like, but isn’t that just a little more than convenient?
I really will have to bite my tongue more.
Oh, just one more thing. If you have to have knee surgery at all, be prepared for the utterly revolting, stomach churningly disgusting, squelching noises post op…yeeeeuch!