Hub came home last night, looking cheerful if tired, clutching antibiotics and painkillers and with a large neat bandage on the back of his neck. I packed him off to bed at 7.30 and this morning he has had a good night and is relatively pain-free, so far.
The abscess was drained and the surgeon then excised the cyst and stitched up – it was 4×3 cms and we now realise that it was the reason for Hub not being able to sleep on his left side, because of the pain in his shoulder and neck. He did so for the first time in months, last night.
This morning there have been registers to write for this afternoon’s wedding and a lot going on generally. Lovely Son in Law packed up and set off home with Gorgeous Grandson 😥 and now I have to go and pick up the toys 😦 No sooner had they left, than the door knocker went and it was Eldest Daughter’s … well, we’re not quite sure what to call him. She reckons she’s too old to have a ‘boyfriend’, and she hates the word ‘partner’ … my next-brother-down suggested ‘gentleman caller’ :)) Any ideas out there??
Anyway, it was great to see him and he had popped in because he’d gathered that Hub had been in hospital. So we sat round in the kitchen with tea and biccies and regaled each other with ‘when I was in hospital’ stories. He also had the excellent news that he has another job interview (he’s a primary school teacher).
Hub has now gone back to bed and I have a million and one things to do and am feeling too tired to do any of them … yesterday was so busy, with shopping and cooking and a visit to the hospital after Hub came round, a meeting in the afternoon and another meeting in the evening … maybe I’ll have a little geriatric sit-down 😉 and do a crossword until the energy level has been replenished :yes:
… oh, and maybe a square (or three) of chocolate …