Health: Crisis! Kinda sorta...
I've dealt with my fair share of crisises in my time. But a brand new one showed up yesterday and I probably didn't handle it optimally.
Dear Hubby had an appointment with the Urologist yesterday. He had had a urinary tract infection and Papillon, our PCP, sent him to the Urologist as standard operating procedure. Normie called me from the road on the way home, all upset.
"He wants me to have SURGERY!!" (whine, groan) "What kind of surgery?" " He wants to make the hole in my WEE-WEE bigger!!!!" (sound of Dear Wife LOLOL)
Hubby wants 4th and 5th opinions. Hubby thinks this surgery is a waste and is unnecessary. Hubby doesn't think we should have the outlay of the expense to pay for the Surgi-Center to have this done. Hubby was the one who really didn't want to urinate during his UTI due to the burning sensation. This same Hubby now has promised to leave the cranberry juice alone when I get a UTI because he now understands the need to drink it to move the bacteria OUT.
His Dear Wife reminded him that he still needs to have his colonoscopy due to his turning 50 years old and that the same Surgi-Center is used for THAT -- so the expense could be a twofer by having the colon and the hole enlargement at the front done at the same time. After THAT idea was dropped like a hot potato I suggested that an X-Acto knife, some Neosporin and a Band-Aid would be all that I needed to get the job done. A highly modified Lorena Bobbitt procedure, if you will. When this idea was turned down I suggested that Normie needed to stay awake all night then, to prevent me from being a Surgi-Center in my own right. (I was joking, of course. No, really -- Rosie was joking, I swear!)
I wonder what the excuse for missing work would be. "Normie can't come in to work because they cut him a bigger wee-wee hole today." The ROFL would be from one end of work to the other!
It was indeed a sight to behold when Dear Hubby re-enacted his exam. Turning his head to the side, he described the doctor looking at his appendage and exclaiming, "Ut-OH!" With a shocked expression Normie cried, "WHAT??!!??" "The hole is too small, see?" accompanied by a puckering of the wee wee-wee hole itself. "We'll have to cut it to make it bigger -- do you want to do it tomorrow?" " NO!" was the panic-stricken reply.
When I write, I prefer being concise, but concise doesn't quite seem appropriate in this instance. Don't let Normie know I openly wrote about his wee wee-wee hole, ok? Not yet. I'll tell him when he gets over the anxiety attacks -- whenever that will be.
Medicine: What a difference!
What a difference the Enbrel makes! My numbers haven't been this good in many many years.
Every Tuesday the one son that remains at home slaps my thigh and Dear Hubby injects the Enbrel that we've mixed. Then the same is repeated for the other thigh.
I suppose I'm like a lot of severely afflicted arthritics in that I worry over every little bruise. Every time a heartbeat is noticible I wonder if I have some -itis causing a heart problem. I fret that minor cuts and scrapes will develop into sepsis -- which is what my PCP let me know he frets over concerning being on an anti-TNF factor injectable. Dr.S is a world-class fretter (we call him Papillon behind his back because he flits from exam room to exam room) and I'm mere minor league compared to his professional worrying.
Rheumatological Doctor doesn't fret. He isn't going see me again until May so things are as under control as they're going to get. As long as the Enbrel keeps working I won't worry TOO much.
Dawn on December 12, 2007
I would have liked to have heard more about what the Enbrel is supposed to do, what kinds of afflictions it's for, who makes it, etc. What were you going through before the Enbrel?
And funny stuff about the hubby. Maybe someone should mention to him that the procedure is done with anesthesia? Sure, it's probably a local, but he doesn't have to know that until after he shows up for the appointment. Maybe you could remind him that his willy's health affects you as well.