SWMBO goes in for surgery on Monday and all the tests have been done.
Only I’m confused.
This is all about SWMBO YET I’m constantly being asked how I feel?

Problem is that’s making me angry.
Not a good thing to do if the day has a”Y” in it.
This is all about SWMBO not me and anyway, it seems that the medical minds can’t grasp that we (me and SWMBO) come as a double act. Hence the title, WE-R-US.

Last night we all had a bad nights sleep.
SWMBO, me, and the dawg.
The dawg settled down long before we did.
midnight, 1, 2, 3, 4 and at 6.30 I gave up, got up, to SWMBO asking what was wrong. All that time the dawg was gently snoring it’s way through the night.
Nerves I suppose and this was only the day of tests, the prelude to Monday.

The problem I thought we would have was the drive in having been warned about extensive roadworks, long jams, and the morning rush hour. Except none of the above happened and we sat for over an hour outside the hospital. Come on guys (not forgetting the girls), what preys on the mind more? Contact or the waiting?

So, SWMBO walks the dawg, I sit there and listen to the morning DJ.
Ever done that? Listened to inane chatter and yesterday’s records?
Add adverts and even more Brexit news, and it left me ready to climb the tree alongside the car and jump WAY before the appointment time.

And in we went.
2 hours later we left all signed off. Me quietly seething.
Change of venue to talk to a specialist nurse.
1 hour later, all the boxes were ticked and we left the hospital into:-

The town was awake now and every dim shit driver in the world was aiming at me. Talk about defensive driving!

I’m also not one for crowds, never have been, never will be, and in shops (yeah I know, what was I thinking about doing that) the zombies were loose without their keepers!

Add two more hours, a BLT, mug of tea, and the stickiest iced bun in the world, we drove out of town. Goodbye, farewell, sod off till Monday, sort of thing.

And that’s about it for my “quiet”, one appointment, day.
Now we’ve got the weekend off.
A bit of relaxation, feet up, good food, no worries sort of thing?


By Sunday night a guitar string will be strung looser than I will be!
As for SWMBO, let alone the dawg?? I’m thinking Sunday night will be another sleepless one for the two (and a half) of us.
Roll on Monday.
By lunchtime it’ll all be over , SWMBO will be bombed out of her head on whatever (incidentally she sings when high), and I reckon I would have lost a few pounds in sweat.

Soon after that we’ll enter the recovery phase.
YUMMY! Ice cream and jello.
In every cloud there is always a silver lining and I LOVE jello!
Good job SWMBO doesn’t!

More will follow.

15 thoughts on “We-R-Us

  1. pensitivity101 October 25, 2019 / 7:27 pm

    Hands off the jello………. last time it was the only thing on offer! You can have the ice cream.

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  2. shtfprepper October 25, 2019 / 8:06 pm

    Ah, hospitals… How I don’t like them… At least I lost 20lbs last week while I was an inpatient. I’m hoping for better results for both of you.

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    • pgraysurvival October 25, 2019 / 8:14 pm

      Oo, that’s sad.
      Here it’s OK scoff.
      Wasted on kids, but ideal for us two (and a half). Yes, the dawg loves it too!

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    • pgraysurvival October 25, 2019 / 8:29 pm

      tapioca! I haven’t had that for years and SWMBO loves egg custard pies with a bit of nutmeg on top.

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    • pgraysurvival October 26, 2019 / 10:31 am

      They’re up, it’s just the rest that is sagging.


    • pgraysurvival October 26, 2019 / 7:36 pm

      Chuckle. For us that’s SOP!
      Only problem for me is SWMBO keeps reining me in. Only problem for SWMBO is me reining her in.

      Which leaves everyone else with a problem.
      We don’t listen to anything they say when they tell us to take it easy.

      I’d say we’re both impossible BUT that’s being REALLY unfair to “impossible”.


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