Not My Surgery (A Day In The Rain)

We found out at 4pm yesterday that Brendan was booked into get day surgery on his throat. That date was today. We had 17 hours notice. The worst part was the appointment was at a private hospital over an hour away. Right on the other side of the city. And I couldn’t drive.

“It had to be tomorrow” I said. “It had to be this Friday. Why couldn’t it have been next? I could have driven you”.
“I can tell them I can’t do tomorrow and just ask them for next week?”
“Nah, I don’t think it works like that.” I replied.

Brendan’s voice has been messed up for about 3 months now. It suddenly went all croaky. He finally went to a throat specialist who said surgery was needed and that’s what happened today. If we didn’t take them up on this offer than the next appointment wouldn’t be until the 9th of February. It seems he had a tumour on his vocal cords that needed burning off.

Doctor said it’s okay though! Sounds worse than it is. Just a quick procedure.

So, we were up at 6am. We left the house at quarter past 7. On his form it said the appointment was around 9am but we got there at 8:15am.

Brendan ended up getting into surgery at 11:45am!

We were finally all finished at the hospital at 2:20pm.

It was a very long day.

A long day of storms as well.

This went on all day

I was stuck between not being able to sit in the hospital due to covid. If the place started seeing more people come in I basically had to leave.

My alternative was going outside with a 95% chance of getting rained on. And not just rained. But like… tropical stormed on. We’ve been experiencing some really heavy storms lately and by 10am it was already thunder and lightning out. Which I got drenched in.

By 1pm I was so damn tired. I couldn’t read my book. I couldn’t sit still. I was tired and dehydrated. The hospital had no water on offer and the nearest stores were a 15 minute walk to. I already did the walk there and back and didn’t want to walk another half hour for a $4 bottle of water so I just stayed thirsty for 6 hours.

I sat here looking at the hospital entrance longer than I wanted too.

When I went down the street for a bit of a gander, along the way I met a Magpie. Actually, 2 of them. When I left the house I took a bread roll in my handbag in case I got hungry. Just a plain roll with nothing on it. Instead, I ended up sharing it with these birds which is surprising considering I’m terrified of Magpies.

Well, when I got to the stores, I dipped into the grocery spot and bought a bunch of bread with the hopes of getting friendly with some more birds. Brendan was told there was a park near by so I thought it was cute to read a book under a tree and feed birds bread.

Well, that didn’t happen. It pissed down rain. There was so much that the birds hid. So I was left with a bag of bread. Just me and a bag of bread……

Eventually the birds came back out but they weren’t the “fun” type. They were more Swallows and little asshole birds. I was looking for the social ones. The ones that aren’t afraid of coming close to you. Probably because if you made a move at them they would kick your ass.

The sun came back out for a bit and then it fucked back off again. No sooner had it lulled you into a false sense of security, those sheets of rain were back down to the point where you couldn’t see what’s in front of you.

So that was basically my day.

Brendan’s day on the other hand was spent sitting in a room not doing much. Then being shuffled to another room and not doing much. Then getting into surgery and sleeping for 40 minutes which made me jealous.

We got him home and I made him mushroom soup. I got him his prescriptions and on doctors orders he’s not meant to talk for 3 days. It’s going to be a very quiet weekend considering how much this guy talks.

HE TALKS A LOT!

In the first 4 hours of us being home he already fucked up 4 times. So, he’s talking on average once every hour. But I’m making sure I tell him off every time.

This was my day (including pictures).

  One thought on “Not My Surgery (A Day In The Rain)

  1. January 8, 2022 at 2:56 am

    Hopefully the surgery went and recovery will go well for him.

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    • January 9, 2022 at 12:26 am

      Thank you. He’s doing good. Just waving his hands around alot and clapping for attention lol. Throat isn’t sore which is the main thing 🙂

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