Here we go once more. My hubby is going in to the hospital today to have shoulder-joint replacement surgery.
He's strong and in good spirits, and actually looking forward to having the repair, and eventually regaining nearly full use of his arm. It has slowly been growing more and more sore and restricted in movement, and the CT scan revealed a lot of erosion in the joint. He is actually thrilled that in this day and age when we can launch a red sports car into space, we can repair something as complicated as a shoulder joint.
Me? I'm just scared sh**less. He's 75. Any kind of surgery carries a risk, and while not as invasive as the cardiac and intestinal surgeries he suffered a few years ago, it's still a scary major surgery on a guy I love.
Knowing that he was going to be at least overnight and possibly two nights in the hospital, he asked me last night to give him an enema so he wouldn't need to "go" while there. This is a man who knows how to give himself a great enema, so deliberately involving me was a clue that some wondrous pre-surgical enema sex was on the menu. And, oh my, was it ever wondrous!
I'll update in a few days. Meanwhile, prayers will be appreciated.