It has been a while. Things have been a bit crazy here at Casa de Tortuga, things that I could post about, but I''ve not really had the opportunity to post much. Ironic, no?
Sheeps had her surgery. She had a discectomy. They removed a ruptured disc and fused the two vertebrae. And the best part? She is allergic to painkillers. Yay!
Well, I had to work the weekend before, and put in quite a few hours. I worked over 30 hours at the shop, and threw in a shift at the bar, for good measure. Then it was a day of miscommunication and confusion, and I hit the road to Tampa several hours later than planned. I missed the big family dinner with Sheep's parents, but got leftovers, so that was okay. Then it was off to bed early, as the next day would start early.
It started out with showing up at the hospital at 7:30 in the ay em... A hospital an hour away from her place. This meant getting up at 5:30 to get everyone ready to go, and to get there on time. Oy. Well, we arrived in plenty of time, and they took Sheeps away for prepping. We got to go in to the pre-surgery area to spend a few moments with her before they "took her away". It was a pretty nerve-wracking time, as we all knew what was coming, but we tried to keep the mood light. They worst part was the dueling EKG machines. Sheeps and the lady's next to her just would not get in sync... Finally, the Doc breezed in from the Golf Course, and it was time to go. Two hours later, Doc comes out and says that the only thing that went wrong in the OR was the AC went out during the surgery.
Then came the long, arduous hospital stay. Sheeps, obviously, had the hard part. Our part consisted, mostly, of sitting around all day long, being able to do absolutely nothing at all. She had to endure the pain, and lack of pain killers, and loud nurses at 3am, and the viscious physical therapists from hell, and the confused dietician, who would give no water, then nothing but juice, then more than juice, and then, on the last morning of the stay, solid food, which consisted of food that Sheeps didn't like, but that's okay, as the PT's showed back up, just as breakfast arrived... Four days, the lovely hospital stay was finally over. Then it was back home for recovery, with her 'rents being the primary care-givers. Poor Sheeps. Let's just hope they don't drive her up a wall in the process. They mean well, but they can be a bit over-bearing. I'm just glad that they able to be there to watch over her while she heals.
Then it was back to work. Solid work. Nothing but work. I've been working like a madman since I've returned, not that I don't normally.
The boss' wife, who has lost her mind, truly, decided that since I' used all my vacation to go to Gulf Wars, that I shouldn't get paid for going down to see Sheeps. Even though I'd worked a full week in 3 days of that pay period. And never mind that I work 55-65 hours a week. She has no problem with the concept of "salary" on those occassions..... So I have to figure out how to pay bills without that paycheck, until I can get reimbursed. And I will get reimbursed. Meanwhile I have to stretch what I have, and it isn't that flexible.... Oh, well. I'll think of something.
Then, on my birthday, I find out that my mother had hurt her back, and was in the hospital the same time as Sheeps, for the same thing. She just didn't feel like I needed to know. Nice. Thanks, mom!
To top it all off, I got a letter from the VA saying that my personal info was compromised when that idiot took home the laptop from work and had it stolen.... Nice. Happy fricken birthday.
So.... Here I sit, getting ready to go to work, yet again. There is no joy in Muddville. It's been a pretty crappy month. But Sheeps is on the mend, and that is really all that matters.
So, how's your month been?
Sheeps had her surgery. She had a discectomy. They removed a ruptured disc and fused the two vertebrae. And the best part? She is allergic to painkillers. Yay!
Well, I had to work the weekend before, and put in quite a few hours. I worked over 30 hours at the shop, and threw in a shift at the bar, for good measure. Then it was a day of miscommunication and confusion, and I hit the road to Tampa several hours later than planned. I missed the big family dinner with Sheep's parents, but got leftovers, so that was okay. Then it was off to bed early, as the next day would start early.
It started out with showing up at the hospital at 7:30 in the ay em... A hospital an hour away from her place. This meant getting up at 5:30 to get everyone ready to go, and to get there on time. Oy. Well, we arrived in plenty of time, and they took Sheeps away for prepping. We got to go in to the pre-surgery area to spend a few moments with her before they "took her away". It was a pretty nerve-wracking time, as we all knew what was coming, but we tried to keep the mood light. They worst part was the dueling EKG machines. Sheeps and the lady's next to her just would not get in sync... Finally, the Doc breezed in from the Golf Course, and it was time to go. Two hours later, Doc comes out and says that the only thing that went wrong in the OR was the AC went out during the surgery.
Then came the long, arduous hospital stay. Sheeps, obviously, had the hard part. Our part consisted, mostly, of sitting around all day long, being able to do absolutely nothing at all. She had to endure the pain, and lack of pain killers, and loud nurses at 3am, and the viscious physical therapists from hell, and the confused dietician, who would give no water, then nothing but juice, then more than juice, and then, on the last morning of the stay, solid food, which consisted of food that Sheeps didn't like, but that's okay, as the PT's showed back up, just as breakfast arrived... Four days, the lovely hospital stay was finally over. Then it was back home for recovery, with her 'rents being the primary care-givers. Poor Sheeps. Let's just hope they don't drive her up a wall in the process. They mean well, but they can be a bit over-bearing. I'm just glad that they able to be there to watch over her while she heals.
Then it was back to work. Solid work. Nothing but work. I've been working like a madman since I've returned, not that I don't normally.
The boss' wife, who has lost her mind, truly, decided that since I' used all my vacation to go to Gulf Wars, that I shouldn't get paid for going down to see Sheeps. Even though I'd worked a full week in 3 days of that pay period. And never mind that I work 55-65 hours a week. She has no problem with the concept of "salary" on those occassions..... So I have to figure out how to pay bills without that paycheck, until I can get reimbursed. And I will get reimbursed. Meanwhile I have to stretch what I have, and it isn't that flexible.... Oh, well. I'll think of something.
Then, on my birthday, I find out that my mother had hurt her back, and was in the hospital the same time as Sheeps, for the same thing. She just didn't feel like I needed to know. Nice. Thanks, mom!
To top it all off, I got a letter from the VA saying that my personal info was compromised when that idiot took home the laptop from work and had it stolen.... Nice. Happy fricken birthday.
So.... Here I sit, getting ready to go to work, yet again. There is no joy in Muddville. It's been a pretty crappy month. But Sheeps is on the mend, and that is really all that matters.
So, how's your month been?
posted by Turtle at 10:00 AM
3 Comments:
Just to add to a bit of your comfort - Spouse got the same letter from the VA. I think that the VA is covering all its bases by letting everyone who was ever in the service know what happened.
Yeah, I got 'the letter' from the VA yesterday. Although I kinda feel like Wally from Dilbert. I pity any idiot who steals my identity. At least they can enjoy the constant barrage of credit card rejection letters. ;-)
Please pass my sincerest empathy to Ms. Sheep. I spent four days in the hospital once, and it is anything but restful. But praise be that the surgery went well, and despite the pain she is mending. Please don't hesistate to call if there is anything at all that I can do to be of help.(and I'm not just saying that, I mean it)
I love you, man! ;-)
Oy, Hombre de las Tortugas! Donde estas?
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