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The surgeon my husband saw today won’t do his surgery. He has a pilodinal cyst that basically needs to be cut out. The area that needs to be removed is probably as big as a small nerf football or slightly larger. And it needs to heal from the inside out.

YUCK!

Recovery time is 6 months to a YEAR!! And in that it’s probably at least 4 months until he will be able to sit and drive.

Ugh…him stuck in this house for that long is not anything that I want to deal with in this lifetime. I’ve dealt with him enough after surgery. He’s had at least 2 in the past 10 years. Not fun at all. He’s not a good patient. You’d think he’d be used to it by now. Ok, that’s not funny.

Reasons for no surgery…risk of bleeding and infection. He’s on blood thinners, he will have a large, open wound. You do the math.

I’m relieved, yet I know he needs the surgery. I’m sure he’ll have it eventually…now is just not the time.

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I haven’t written much about the disease my husband has. It’s called APS and it’s a blood clotting disorder. It’s also autoimmune and a son of a bitch of a disease. I won’t get into the details of the disease, but you can go to www.apsfa.org to learn more about it.

My husband has memory issues and ooooh it’s SO frustrating sometimes!! Here’s a typical conversation we had tonight…and the aftermath:

Let me set it up…I was Christmas shopping all day, went to my parents house and then went to get my hair done so I hadn’t seen the hubs since like 1:00 when I brought him lunch at the shelter. So my hair was done and I thought I’d call him to see what was up and was he home. I thought we could go out to dinner somewhere like we commonly do on payday.

6:32
Me: What are you doing?

Hubs: Picking up cats from the vet.

Me: Oh, ok, I’m going home are you staying at the shelter later.

Hubs: Yeah, I don’t know who’s coming.

Me: Ok, I’ll talk to you later.

Normal conversation…ok. Next call…remember I still think we’re going OUT to dinner. Oh, and he’s usually home from the shelter around 8:00, 8:30 on Thursday nights too

8:46
Me: Hey, when are you coming home, anytime soon? I want to go get dinner.

Hubs: Yeah, I’ll be home in a little bit. I have to go to the bathroom when I get home.

Me: Ok, when you’re done then we can go do dinner.

Hubs: Ok yeah, sounds good.

Sounds normal right? LOL read on.

9:16 – I called…no answer

9:20 – He calls me back.
Me: Where are you? When are you coming home? (by this time I have been hungry for 2 hours waiting for him)

Hubs: I’m at the pharmacy trying to get these meds. (dog meds…then he goes on about the price and we talked about that for a little bit)

Me: Ok, so are you on your way home?

Hubs: Yeah I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Me: Do you still have to go to the bathroom? When you’re done can we still go to dinner, I don’t know what’s open because it’s getting late.

Hubs: I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to go get Mcdonalds.

Me: Huh? (and I probably yelled and got frustrated and hung up)

Ok…so he gets home…and he tells me I said something about going to get food, and that he TOLD me he was going to the pharmacy…huh? was that in any of the above conversation??

These little frustrating conversation/situations happen ALL THE TIME!!! I get SOOOO frustrated!! I can feel the frustration in my whole body at times.

I have to keep telling myself that he doesn’t remember…he forgets. BUT he needs to realize that he does, because he’s sitting there telling me he TOLD me something. Um, no…he didn’t.

If there was anything I’d want to fix it would be his memory. I feel bad for him, he struggles with it so much…but it’s SO frustrating.

/vent.

Thx for listening…..H

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