Monday morning, I went in to work to help with the once a year inventory. George went to work. Later that day he even went to his Monday night meeting. We both were able to turn over our day as if there wasn’t an elephant in the living room.
Tuesday morning he brought me coffee, the dear man, and I ate yoghurt as we drove to the hospital before eight. Yes, we were a bit early. Yes, check in was easy and off he went. I brought a book…of course. I’ve learned to go nowhere without one. A little after 10 am, a nurse came and got me. George looked so vulnerable on a bed….curled on his side wordlessly.
No ulcers, no cancer, and inflammation of the stomach lining. Probably involvement from his liver…so change of diet and exercise plan. No white breads, low fat, no sugar, five small meals a day, and lose a pound a week.
He did react poorly to the anesthetic becoming a totally different person all day long. The doctor said he might, and he turned into a nasty, reactionary grumph. A little this morning too. Still, when I catch him making a joke or laughing, I know he is over the anesthetic.
I came down with laryngitis and a nasty cough.