some of you have expressed concern about my hubs recent *excavation* and i’m touched. so i wanted to give you a little update. everything’s fine. no cancer, although he does have a little bit of proctitis, which is basically itis of your proc, and i’m fairly sure most it was caused by the procedure itself.
anyway, the entire thing took about 30 minutes. when they wheeled him into recovery he was sleeping like a baby.
nurse: we just need to wake him up. (screaming) MR. X! TIME TO WAKE UP! (shakes his shoulders a bit)
me:uhhh. should you be doing that? he looks kind of out of it.
nurse: oh he’s fine! there’s just a few things i need to check before he can go – his blood pressure and one other…
hubs:(lying wordlessly on gurney) paaarrrp!
nurse:ok. he’s good to go.
hubs:(waking up) mungle pifgriff borogroves somforbe outgrabe margarita.
me: yep. seems normal to me.
in other news, it’s day 6 of no alcohol. making it through the weekend is going to be the hardest, but friday night is already in the can.
also, because i was complaining about the pre-procedure, stink-out funk that permeated our house this week, one of sister’s friends, robyn, was nice enough to tell me about poopouri. you spray it into the toilet and it’s supposed to trap the odor. there’s also a manly scent version and one for teenage girls.
the only catch is remembering to use it BEFORE you launch one into the toilet, which could be an issue if you’re in butt blowhole mode and time is of the essence.