Show Me Some Love
Found out yesterday that SuperHubby has to have a little ear surgery. We actually have known this for about a month, but we've been living in denial - yesterday it was confirmed that they will indeed be slicing and dicing SH's inner ear in about a month.
This will be SuperHubby's 23rd surgery. He only had 2 before we were married - so his track record with me isn't that great. I am currently trying to keep this information from him; if he makes the connection, he might make me go away. We've been married 15 years this May, and everyone knows how much I hate change.
So here's the thing: When does this get to be about me? I mean, honestly. He doesn't even have to do anything but show up. I have to drive him to the hospital, worry while he's in surgery, eat nasty hospital food, and get him home when he's done. Then I have to take care of him - fluffing his pillows, bringing him sippy cups of juice, cooking him gourmet meals. And I have to take care of the boys. And I have to have fabulous hair while accomplishing all these tasks. (okay, that's not difficult, I just didn't want anyone to forget that I have ab-fab hair).
When do I get some attention? I'm not asking for a lot, just a little love. Just a "Hi Lori, how are you? Wow, your hair looks great." PAUSE. Then ask about SH. I mean really, it's not brain surgery.
I've had 2 children and 1 weird thing removed from my leg. (The children were removed from a different part of my anatomy, in case anyone gets confused). That's all the surgery I've ever had. The leg thing was outpatient, and they only kept me a few days for each baby. My track record with being a patient isn't that fantastic. Maybe I lack the sympathy gene.
Maybe SH should trade me in after all.
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Two other surgeries you don't remember: tonsils and adenoids out at age 4 - tubes in ears at age 6.
Oh, yes! Gourmet meals???
Indeed, I failed to list my childhood surgeries. I didn't think it was fair to whine about surgeries I don't really remember. I guess I should take what I can get if I want to compete with SuperHubby.
Oh-Oh. I forgot the BIGGIE: four nasty wisdom teeth! Nobody would do but Mama. Thank Heaven she lived in Charleston!!
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One more thing - I may be mistaken, but I think I still own my tonsils
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