I’m home from the hospital and minus one Evil Gallbladder. I feel a million times better than I did before the surgery, although I’m still pretty sore. Thanks to everyone for prayers, help with my kids and bringing food. I am so blessed to call you my friends.
The nurse was going through the litany of questions she was required to ask me during my pre-op interview, and Zeb was sitting at my bedside, occasionally holding my hand and fielding phone calls, as I answered question after question. He was holding my purse and I slid my wedding and engagement rings off and gave them to him for safekeeping during surgery.
Nurse: Past surgeries?
Nurse: Any allergies?
Nurse: Any meds you take on a daily basis?
Nurse: Religious preference?
Nurse: What’s your husband’s name?
“Zeb,” I answered. I nodded my head towards Zeb, “But this is Chris…”
The nurse jerked her head up and looked back and forth between the two of us bewildered, until I collapsed laughing.
The nurse popped me on the leg and said, “You are SUPPOSED to be sick.”
“Ahhahaha! I am! But I’m never too sick to get the funny.”