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Hubby's appointment with the oral surgeon is today and the wisdom teeth come out tomorrow.

So, guess who gets to play nurse?

NOT looking forward to it.

(You know...maybe I'm being unfair. Maybe he will not whine and moan and expect me to fetch and step...maybe...)

Yeah,right. If the way he deals with the flu is any indication, I'm in for it.

Sigh.

In other news, my surgeon says I'm doing well and I got my stiches out on Tuesday. I'm going back to work on Monday...hope that goes okay...

Nothing much else to report.

By this time tomorrow, I'll be under the arthroscope having my shoulder repaired.

I spent all day Sunday preparing a variety of casseroles, etc so Hubby and I don't starve or spend a fortune while I'm unable to cook. The freezer is packed with pasta-y goodness.

Today we pick up the meds I'll need for after the surgery. I'm not allowed to eat or drink after 10 pm, even though that's more than 8 hours, so I'm going to probably cheat a little on the "drink" part since I have terrible dry-mouth. I will not have anything after midnight...since I'll be asleep (hopefully) by that point, it shouldn't be a problem.

What will be a problem is no coffee tomorrow morning...especially since I doubt if I'll convince my hubby to go coffee-free...

Anyway, I'll ask Hubby to make a post here telling everyone I'm okay later tomorrow.

Wish me luck.

...went to the Ortho yesterday...

Or should I say I went to his office. He had emergency surgery so he wasn't there. We were there for THREE HOURS. Had regular X-rays, then waited...

...when the...I don't know, intern? resident? nurse? assistant? came in and looked me over--strength tests, flexibility etc, he said "Well, these things don't heal themselves" and compared the injury to a tear in fabric... unless you sew it back up it just keeps getting bigger.

The aggravating thing is that the Doctor himself has to see me before we can schedule the surgery AND apparently he's a bit of a sadist. He does not prescribe any pain meds before surgery because he believes it makes them less effective after.

Yes, that's correct. So, because I basically wasted yesterday afternoon NOT seeing the specialist, I now have to live on Aleeve or something like it until I can see him and then schedule the surgery--which could be up to two weeks.

That sucks big ol' donkey balls, because the only thing that's been keeping me sane and able to work has been the careful (and I do mean CAREFUL) application of the pain meds I currently have. I do not use them to get high, I take a half a Lortab with the muscle relaxer in the morning, then another dose at night.

Can someone please tell me how that small dose is going to build up a resistance to pain medication???

Anyway.

The new Harry Potter book gets here tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. I've been really fortunate that the LJs I read, the comms I visit and the websites I care about all have been spoiler-free. I will be going into the book with no knowledge of its mysteries--happily so. I'm a bit nervous because I do believe that my favorite character, Snape, will be the tragic anti-hero (please do not tell me if you know!! I don't want to know until I actually read it myself!) and I also believe that Harry will live.

In a couple of days, we'll see if I'm right about my "bold" (heh) predictions.