The husband is still in the hospital. Not quite as smooth a progression as I had hoped for (or him, for that matter!). A WAAAY "I told you so" situation. I had been telling him to go to a doctor for a very long time, but since he didn't, I assumed I married a pussy and he had no tolerance for pain, what a turn-on, right?
The good news is that he apparently has quite a threshold of pain! Doctors are amazed that he is not grimacing more and that he lasted this long with the condition his pancreas is in- that's pretty hot!
The bad news is that he still may have a few more days of IV, clear liquids and laying in a hospital bed before his body can withstand the gallbladder surgery.
The worse news is that every time a doctor or nurse comes in and doesn't say "it's time to go home"- he freaks out. By freak out, I mean he is fucking nuts. He is convinced that he has cancer. He doesn't. I'm quite certain that the doctors are close to slipping some poison in his IV: didn't they learn in medical school that ingrown toenails, dry skin, and and a runny nose are signs of cancer?
Aside from being a supportive (relatively speaking) wife- or as they call me at the hospital- "care partner"(my husband and I even had a good laugh at that one), I had to go and vote and jump through a few hoops to ensure that my husband did his civic duty by getting the election official to the hospital- yay me!
I had to pick up my son from detention for telling a "dirty joke"... It was Halloween and the class was exchanging jokes. He had a Laffy Taffy wrapper with this joke on it... He raised his hand and said he didn't know if he "should" tell it-since they were warned that the jokes should be "appropriate"... the teacher said go ahead since it was on the candy wrapper...
Why couldn't the skeleton have a baby?
Because he had a halloweeny.
Few things... this may sound naive, but my son doesn't get this joke TOTALLY- he may get it a little, but not completely- and I am pretty sure he doesn't understand the "inappropriateness" of it- (who am I kidding, I don't understand the inappropriateness of it!)
I know what you're thinking- that dumb bitch doesn't have a clue!!! He's 13, but he's the oldest, has gone to Catholic school his whole life and been quite sheltered, and is just really "green"! Just last year I felt it was my parental duty to burst his bubble and tell him there was no Santa Clause- I didn't want him to get made fun of at school!
We have struggled with our decision to put our kids in Catholic school since we moved to this school district- they always went to Catholic school, but we now live in a great public school district. I have mentioned it before and think about it on a daily basis.
The first few weeks we were at this school, my son received an infraction for saying "that sucks" when told they wouldn't be getting a recess. That was the first eye- opener of, oh shit, maybe this is the wrong place for us.
High school is upon us and we've had a lot of soul searching to do. Catholic High School is very demanding, competitive and expensive. Today was the deadline to get the applications in if we were going to stay with Catholic school.
My daughter's recent "struggling" with her academics got me thinking. The judgement that this school evokes has had me thinking. I want my kids to have all of the resources possible. I do not want them to be judged for just joking around- it's never been at anyone's expense because they know better than that. I am sick of pussy footing around the parents in this school. I don't want my kids to be uptight. I want them to be able to have a sense of humor and a life. I am not convinced that this school is laying out the path that I want for them.
So, it is with great anticipation that I have made the decision to send ALL of my kids to public school next year. I was not aware what kind of emotions this would stir up in me. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I have a headache. I want to cry. Yet at the same time, I feel like a huge weight has being lifted off of me. I truly feel like this is the right decision for my kids and my family. Why am I having such a hard time with it?
So there you go, today's nervous breakdown. Feel free to talk me down, encourage me, call me a heathen asshole- whatever, but give me something.
I will now go and immerse myself in an orgasm in a carton... and watch the election results- PEACE!