Wet Suit Abuse

It’s time for hubby to consider some hearing assistance. We had turned off the volume to the tv in order to listen to some interesting stuff coming across the police scanner.

After capturing a bad guy one of the deputies called in for more info on him. He had a lengthy history of law breaking ways including drugs, assault on a law enforcement officer and “intimidating a wetsuit”. What? Hubby asks me “did they say intimidating a wet suit”? Of course all I can do is burst out laughing but finally compose myself long enough to tell him they said “intimidating a witness”. Good grief.     

A POX ON THEE AUTISM!!

First let me start off by announcing "AUTISM SUCKS". For my son it's akin to having a terminal, terminal disease. There is no cure. I don't care how many people claim that diet, strict routines, behavioral modification and other questionable methods "cure" Autism because they don't. I have yet to see Breaking News about the discovery of a cure for Autism and until I do my son will not be a guinea pig for snake oil salesmen/women.

I have to admit though that in recent weeks I have resorted to searching for better vitamins, and chewable protein and probiotic pills. He is also being given very low doses of Melatonin in hopes of helping him sleep more comfortably. 

This is a non-verbal 20 year old young man and every time I have to shave him, brush his teeth, bathe him, change his disposable undies, change the soiled bedding or beg him to please try using the computer..I cry. I can't talk to strangers on the phone or in person about our son without choking up so bad that all I can do is make a few croaking sounds. He never sees this. My husband only sees this if he starts saying things like "aw, poor fella" about our son.

HOLY SHIT!!

Why is there a need for such a critter? Hubby was in his shack....er...workshop looking for twine to string off our above-ground pool when he noticed this thing next to his head! What the hell? We had to run a few errands and left the monster in a plastic container in the kitchen. I warned hubby that when we got home and I discover that the lid has been removed....he was in BIG trouble. Thankfully the spider was still imprisoned in his bubble gum container. After allowing it to pose for a few good pictures we released it in our neighbors yard!

Before you get all teary eyed over our kind hearts for releasing it....think again. Neither one of us had the nerve to kill it! Not because we didn't want to, we were afraid it would fight back! We chose to unleash it on the neighbors. 

I Said "EDGE" Not EGGS"!

One night while watching tv, a commercial comes on featuring the band U2. Personally I didn't realize they were still together but then I keep my pills in daily dispensers so there ya go.

Anyway, hubby asked if I was sure it was U2. I said "yes, because I see Edge" To that he says.."EGGS"!?!? Oh good grief. I said "EDGE"...not "EGGS". It gets worse yet more hilarious every day around here.

A Brief Note.

When last we spoke I was discussing hubby's hernia operation and the results. So far, so good regarding his health. Sadly our family has suffered some major losses in recent months. We mourn the passing of my Brother-in-law and our Dear Sweet Mom. Enough said.

HERNIA SCHMERNIA!!!

I hope this is the last tale I have to tell regarding my hubby's innards. He's developed what's called an "incisional hernia" behind the spot where part of his Frank-intestine was removed. Hernias are strange. It's as if the intestines are trying to escape!

I'm sure everything will be just fine and now that hubby realizes he REALLY needs to avoid heavy lifting for a much longer period of time than he did after the first surgery so this won't happen again. If it does he'll suffer the consequences of ME. >:(



Post Op Update and Other Gruesome Goings On.

When last I was here hubby and I were anticipating his upcoming colon surgery for the removal of damage done by an abscess caused by Diverticulitis. Never in a million years did I think I would have a need to know how to spell diverticulitis!

The surgery went well and for the first day or two after coming home he was recovering just fine. He had two small incisions with a staple or two and one larger one where the docs hand was inserted. It was this "hand sized" incision that proved to be a problem. One day while changing the dressing I noticed the wound was entirely to red.

We rushed him to the doc and she put him on some potent antibiotics. If I recall correctly it was either the next day or the one after when I hear hubby calling me from the bathroom. He's sitting on the john and nasty looking blood is pouring from the incision onto the floor!! We rush him back to the doc and sure enough there is an infection. Doc yanks some of the staples and opens the wound. I'm given a quick course on how to PACK said wound with fresh dressing every day. Before all the staples were removed the packing was a bitch to say the least. The gauze had to be shoved back under the staples with one of those really long Q-tip thingys. The trick was to avoid snagging the gauze on the staples. To make a long story short, the staples were eventually removed and the packing/unpacking went on until the incision finally closed.  

Hubby was finally cleared to return to work and so far all is well.