Hub Man had his elbow operated on today. He had an old bone chip floating around from a broken arm he got when he was a kid. Well, it's gone now, and the nerve that it was irritating has been rearranged.
When I took him over to the clinic this morning, I was all loaded down with knitting and reading and writing materials and sudoku puzzle book and sack lunch. I somehow figured 3 hours was the time frame. When they told me it would be over 5 hours till he would be ready to come home, I took all my toys and came home.
They called me when he was awake and I toodled back over to the outpatient clinic feeling like I was picking up my puppy at the vet.
He was a little wobbly and urpy, but just as goofy as ever. Shooting off one liners as usual. Just in a slurred voice that was rather amusing in its own right. His arm is in a soft cast for two weeks. I don't think he was expecting that part. This is going to be interesting.
We got him home and ensconced on the couch, surrounded by pillows and clean sheets whereupon he immediately fell sound asleep for two hours solid.
I have a feeling it's the only quiet time I'm gonna get for quite some time.
Now that he's rested and Vicodin'd, he's already talking about cutting off the cast.
I may have to call in reinforcements.
PS.... They didn't let him HAVE the bone chip.
Bummer.