Jeff is still doing great but can't shake his horrible headache. They've upped his pain meds and ive tried to keep him in a good mood. Thought I'd share one of our funny stories that we giggle over all the time.
Setting the scene: the night before Jeff's big surgery at MD Anserson back in Feb 2010. We had appointments all day and they were all running late. One of out last appointments of the day was with the surgeon and we got there 3 hours late because of all the late appointments all day. We were tired, worried, full of questions and anxiety. Plus we had barely eaten because of Jeff's tests. The odds were against us already that we would be able to keep our cool and be nice.
The nurse took us to a room. We sat down and the first thing I noticed was the horrible smell. I mean it was bad. I thought it was something gross I couldn't see in the trash can. I asked Jeff if he smelled it and he didn't, just me. I went on and on about the stink and the nurse heard me out in the hall and came in and sprayed air freshener. Jeff was furious at me for " making a scene". But I couldn't help it and it was bugging me that Jeff couldn't smell it. I continued to complain and at that point Jeff was about ready to throw me out of the room. Inappropriate language was used!
Finally I stood up and said I was going out into the hall for some fresh air. When i walked by Jeff he looked at me strangely and said he smelled it too - on me! What? I quickly pulled the back of my long sweater around and sniffed it. IT WAS ME!I burst into tears right as the nurse and surgeon walked in. They asked what was wrong and I told them someone had soiled themselves in the chair and left it for me to sit in for 15 minutes! And then Jeff started laughing and said, "And now she smells like ass!" So Jeff laughed and I cried. Relief for both of us.
The rest of the dr's visit went really well considering I smelled like ass. They brought me scrubs to change into but they were ugly and would have looked hidious with the cute cowboy boots I was wearing. ( I get it that I can be snobby that way and that is not a strong character trait) So I walked back to the hotel while Jeff took his last CT scan and I took a hot bath and drank a lot of wine. Then I walked back up to the hospital and got Jeff.
The sweater in question was saved and I still wear it. Who knew that ass would be so easy to get out with just regular laundry detergent?
One extra detail to the story? A couple of months later when we went back to the surgeons office he had all new VINYL chairs. The nurse said they redid all the rooms after my
unfortunate accident. So because of me, no one will ever have to accidentally
sit in ass in the Head and Neck department at MDA. You're welcome!
Leta
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