We are on the eve of Jello’s surgery (more exciting than Christmas Eve). It is time for his chest reconstruction. Things are so hectic right now (father was in and out of ICU, work stresses, etc) that it didn’t really hit me until today. It isn’t that I am upset at his changes. I think it is going to be great, he needs it, wants it and will look hot with it. Most importantly…
I am worried about him. It is stupid and I know it. The surgeon is Doctor Mangubat, he is great, lots of experience. Modern medicine is not nearly as dangerous as it was even 30 years ago. We have his meds (including a $93 pill – yes a single pill, and that is cheap for that pill). However I am just worried about him being healthy.
I think I am also worried once this is over he will decide he needs to be with someone else. I know rationally this isn’t true, but my own mental issues are on high setting right now.
I honestly don’t have any sage words, or really anything informative or funny. All that I have right now are gerbils (guinea pig I guess) in my head running at full speed and squealing.
I have a ton of things to unpack here, but honestly it won’t be for a few days. He goes into surgery tomorrow morning, I will take care of him next few days while he is drugged out and not in condition to move around. I was fortunate and got next 2.5 weeks off (a few days of teleworking mixed in) so I can keep an eye on him and his t-rex arms (will obviously make fun of that later).