I realize I hadn’t posted a daily photo, so here’s one I took the other day.
I am working from home today playing nurse and fielding emails from work.
We were really optimistic about the recovery time yesterday as Mrs. Shoo could talk with some soreness right after the surgery. Today we’re communicating with text messages and a notepad. I’ve talked with a few doctors and nurses about the pain and what we could do for her. The consensus has been that a tonsillectomy is about the worst surgery an adult could have. One of the doctors explained that it was worse than a hip replacement.
And I guess that’s why they explain it to you afterwards.
A nurse suggested that she could take ibuprofen in between her scheduled pain medication. The only problem is that she can only swallow liquid type things like jello and pudding. So I made her some special butter scotch pudding with an ibuprofen additive. While I was crushing the pills, all I could think about were those stupid meth commercials that have been on tv lately, “I’ll only do it once.”
On the other hand, I’ve become a pro at spelling tonsillectomy.
Your being a good spouse.
My bad— You are not your.
Buddy looks like he’s on point. Sort of.
You’re a good nurse. I hope Mrs. Shoo is feeling a little better by tonight.
Oh, I’m feeling a whole lot of sympathy for mrs. shoo. I agree - pretty painful aftermath. I’m glad she’s done it - those darn tonsils can be such a source of re-infection, I hear. But wow, it’s painful. I hope her recovery is swift. You’re a good partner.
Aww poor thing. I hope you feel better Mrs. Shoo!
Love youuu!
Thanks for all the kind messages. I’m feeling much better than I was. Mr. Shoo brought mashed potatoes home for me for lunch…and he’s stopping to get a milkshake for me for dinner. I don’t know that I could have a better nurse.
I knew I married him for a good reason.