Forty-five days of discomfort have ended at last.
Good Wife Norma got the pins out of her right foot so, finally, I’ve gained some relief from my household chores this past month and a half.
For those of you who have missed earlier installments, GWN had three different surgeries involving two pins down the middle of bones and out through the skin. Oh, almost forgot, they also sawed the foot bone behind her little toe in half before realigning the bone and pinning it in place.
She was off work all of those 45 days during which time I had little choice but to fetch coffee and meals, take care of dishes, vacuuming and laundry, see to the nutritional needs and gastrointestinal maintenance of the wiener dog posse, run errands and so forth.
I believe we can all agree it’s amazing I made it through.
But make it through I did and, oh my, it’s good to have my life back again.
What about GWN?
What’s to know? She sat in her recliner covered in tube dogs for 45 days. How tough can that be?
I, on the other hand, was put upon over and over and over again. It was relentless. It was grueling.
(Are you buying this? Yeah, that’s what I thought.)
Full disclosure: GWN was a model patient who asked little of her amateur caregiver than a few duties he probably should have been doing all along anyway.
That said it remains true … just sayin’ … that she did, in fact, have eight perfectly serviceable toes with no pins sticking through the skin available the whole time.
All of that is moot at this point because she’s back to work seeing dozens of patients at the Specialty Clinic.
Heck, maybe one of them is you. If so please, please, please do not leave this column where she could see it.
If she does I’ll be the next one with stitches in my skin and pins in my bones.