monday, painful monday
we went to the urologist this morning. nightingale, who i’ve been texting for medical advice non-stop since thursday, had gotten hubby an appointment with the head of the urological center. she told me last night not to let him eat or drink after midnight and i think the plan was to take him straight into surgery this morning. remember how bloated hubby was last night? he sweat off five pounds during the night. his fever was gone, the bloating was minimal, and he had no pain. he wasn’t sure whether he needed to go in to the dr or not so he called as soon as the office opened. they told him that it sounded as though the stone had probably passed into the bladder but they still wanted him to come in because of all the water retention. they told him he should eat. we got there, waited forever and a year, and the pain came back in full force while we sat in the waiting room. of course, when we got in to see the dr, they were all ready to take him to the surgical center to take care of things once and for all. and then they asked when he last ate. within minutes, nightingale was texting me that she knew he didn’t eat because she told us so many times not to let him eat! oops. i told her that the dr’s office had told him to… it wasn’t my fault… promise! i suppose it was all for the better anyhow. hubby got a better explanation of what the surgery would entail and freaked and begged for some extra time to try to pass the stone on his own. the doc told him to double up some of his meds and scheduled him for surgery on wednesday, if needed. so, after almost an entire day at the doctor’s, i took my hubby home in much the same condition as he started.
while we were gone, sylvis and peach had a good time yakking and playing on the beach
after hubby had gotten home and gotten easy again, he wanted to try to get a little exercise. we started out for a walk but only made it a quarter mile or so before he was doubling over again. on the way back, i walked by his side with my arm around him for support. my poor guy.
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