My husband, Victor, is in surgery right now. They’re trying to remove his gallbladder laproscopically (?) but it’s so enlarged that there’s a big chance that he’ll have to have the major surgery which is like 4-6 weeks of recovery.
He’s so nonchalant about the whole thing. He just walked into OR in his business suit like he was there for a meeting. Like “Let’s kick the shit out of this gallbladder, boys. We’ve got work to do!”
As we waited in pre-op he made me laugh with such vile and offensive jokes that he made me swear that I wouldn’t blog about them but when the nurse came in she mistook the tears of laughter for tears of panic.
Victor grinned at me and said “If I die in surgery you’ll probably be remarried in a week, but there’s no way you’ll ever find anyone as funny as me.”
*Dammit*. He’s right.
I’m not really that into organized religion but if you happen to have some extra prayers lying around…you know… smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
UPDATE: Victor’s surgery went really well and they were able to do it laproscopically (?) so it’ll be just a few days of recovery. He’s in surgical observation now and is really tired but good. We both work at the hospital that he had surgery at so we kept seeing people we know, which was weird. Imagine being mostly naked, flat on your back and high at your office. (Other than at the office Christmas party.)
Thanks so much for the wonderful and supportive thoughts. You guys are the best.