Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Difference Between Wednesday and Friday

So I was brazen enough to declare that life was sublime on Wednesday. Then Roger woke up Friday morning and really didn't feel well. He's not sure what's up, but says he still wants to take the morning hike anyway. He spots this little fawn in the woods.
But even before the hike is over, his energy is waning. When we arrive back at the house, he crawls into bed and pulls the covers over him. He feels chilled.

I had already called the doctor to make an appointment for the afternoon. Something is really wrong. Still, the butterflies and moths are flying around the yard as splendidly as they did the day before.

The doctor examines Roger and says, "You need to go to emergency, you have an abscess that requires surgery right away." Oh shit, we say. Friday afternoon is spent in the emergency room with ensuing lab tests and CT scans. He is admitted and surgery is performed Saturday morning. Our good friend Tara comes to stay with me, so I won't completely lose what's left of my mind. The surgeon wants Roger to stay until Sunday, just to make sure everything is okay.
Which it is. Everything is really okay. But shit. Enough already.

29 comments:

  1. Oh, that all sounds very scary and upsetting. I hope everything will be okay now. Health issues. Grrrrhhhh..

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  2. Sending love as always. It is good to know that Tara is there with you.

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  3. Shit is right! Glad Roger is OK now...but this medical drama has to stop, as my doctor would say!

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  4. Well, hell. Have you accounted for all the hamsters?

    Hope it's a one-and-done.

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  5. Oh robin, may all go well. Sending energy your way...

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  6. Hugs and kisses, bums. And Tara too. What a fine friend.

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  7. You gotta tell him to stop doing that!

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  8. it is all done except some healing. there is discomfort and pain. i have meds. there was acute pain friday when the gi doc had to, uh, palpate the abscess. i was a total drama queen. i screamed. i was loud. everyone in the office and waiting room heard me...robin reports. i was busy. and so it goes.

    i am a truly literal pain in the ass.

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  9. That is very upsetting and scary. The body is so difficult for us to understand and very upsetting when we can't control what is happening. I hope things are better soon.

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  10. OMG, Robin, I am sorry that both of you had to go through that, and I'm hoping that will be the end of that!

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  11. so glad to hear this little jig had a good ending. roger, you have had MORE than your 15 minutes of fame, so you gotta give robin a break! ;D

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  12. Robin, your quick action probably made the difference. So glad he is better now. Life tends to keep us on our toes when all we want is to relax.
    That is OK Roger, yell loud and proud--- let them know you don't approve of being palpatated. Drama queens get the best pain killers.

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  13. Glad Roger's feeling better. Yikes.

    (my word verification is "fetatort". Sounds yummy. I must be hungry.)

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  14. R, R and T: Guess what word verification was?
    Nett ho. Like Jai Ho. "Be victorious."

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxofohmohJY&feature=fvst

    Love and humor make the world go 'round. You've all that got that in abundance. Good to hear that you are home again, roger, with sense of humor intact in the midst of some unwanted drama.

    Nett ho!! Net it Be (-:

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  15. 'Hope the pain meds knock out the rest of the pain soon.

    Love,

    Val

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  16. Glad to hear that Roger is on the mend. It is amazing how quickly our worlds can be turned upside down because of health.

    Take care of yourselves.

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  17. Yikes. Sending good healing thoughts. Enough already!

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  18. Dear Friends, what scary news. Our hearts are with you....peace, MandT & Bodhi

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  19. omg, robin! ((( roger ))) xoxox

    glad tara was there, although i thought that was a social visit. ;)

    more glad roger is OK.

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  20. So glad you're recovering well, Roger. Best wishes for a return to sublime days.

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  21. And you'd hoped after the last bout, things would be smooth sailing for a while.....and they should have been. Sorry about this.....It's hard to relish the fawn sighting when your strength is waning....and STILL, YOU....shared that peaceful beautiful moment with all of us...... THIS tells ME what kind of wonderful souls you both are. Best to you both.....hope recovery's quick.

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  22. hello. Sending loving and healing thoughts from the beautiful Yorkshire Dales in England. Solstice blessings to you both. Hope Roger is feeling more comfortable now ...

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  23. isn't it always that way? well, not always, that would be a bummer, but itsn't often that way?

    glad you both caught that in time and the lad is mending.

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  24. Well, geez Louise! This is the kind of stuff that does makes you grateful for living in the age of modern science. Stay on the mend, Roger, and Robin give yourself a little extra wine to take the edge off. Summer is upon us, another season. Change is good.

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  25. Crapcakes. Big hugs to you both. I'm so sorry this happened, but am glad he's on the mend.
    XOXO
    Claire

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  26. oh no! so sorry to hear about this but very happy that all seems to be well now. sending energy and peace. you already have fawns and butterflies.... may you have a month--a year--a lifetime of wednesdays.

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  27. Well DANG!!! So unfair. Glad you caught it quickly and hope Roger is still on the mend. Positive vibes from NC to all of you.

    BTW: Roger...you have blanket permission to be as big a drama queen as you wish.

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  28. What I love about this story is that there is a beautiful fawn in the middle of it and healing at the end. The rest is--yes--enough already.

    Sending love to you both.

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