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Ha, SRS, if he wants to get rid of them, he'll have to dismantle the two aged decks and the connecting staircase that need dismantling, all made out of those 2x4s. Too much work!
Oh, speaking of which, he will of course not be able to lift a finger or anything else for well over a month after this surgery. I think there are going to be some very happy weeds in our gardens.
He also has to sleep sitting up (not completely, just partially), which will make him It's My Chesterfield full-time now ...
-edit- this just in: I called the nurses' station and apparently he's being taken down right now (7:30 pm our time).
There are videos of the surgery on youtube, for anyone interested. ;)
http://www.webmd.com/eye-health/eye-health-retinal-detachment
He is having the full works: scleral buckle, vitrectomy and replacement of vitreous fluid with air bubble, actual "gluing" of the tear in the retina.
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That explains it Sue, I'm sure Janey could argue away the whacking over the head business but obviously not the contraband she's obviously hiding.
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SRS - British Columbia cedar is a protected species:-))
Don't mean to be flippant Janey - a detached retina is a serious problem so I truly hope all goes well. Do look after yourself.
Sue xx
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What a worrying time for you. I hope tomorrow is better. But what brilliant service you had.
Remember to look after yourself.
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Do you still have those 2x4's? With the number of times your significant other has been threatened with them, it's a suprise he has left them laying around. :)
Hope he gets sorted quickly, and that you manage to get the work done by your deadline.
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Ha, being a legal perosn I know how to argue "provocation"!
He's nothing if not provoking, he is. Well, usually he's more nothing, but when he's something, it's usually provoking.
The nurse swore she'd call me when they take him down for the op. She's working on owing us one, because she tried 5 times to get the IV thing in his arm and blew the vein every single time. She called in another nurse and he got it on the first try. Just one of those things; No.1 apparently has very little delicate veins.
I shall have that wine ... once I get the 8 hours of work done ...
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"Being a legal person didn't you know that you're not really allowed to "whack him upside the head with a good solid chunk of British Columbia cedar 2x4" You may go to prison if you do:-))"
Is British Columbia cedar protected then Sue? ;)
Edit : oops how rude of me - I hope everything turns out ok Janey :)
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Oh dear - the best laid plans eh?
Being a legal person didn't you know that you're not really allowed to "whack him upside the head with a good solid chunk of British Columbia cedar 2x4" You may go to prison if you do:-))
Hope all goes ok.
Sue xx
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awww heck Janey, you do go through it don't you..
Hope No 1 gets his op quickly and successfully...and that you've had that glass of wine by now to calm your nerves lol
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the person of whatever sex sharing living quarters with you wanders into the kitchen late on a Saturday evening as you are busy making mushroom spinach quiche (and haven't even poured that rare glass of red wine you announced you were going to have, after whining loudly about BBC Canada dropping EastEnders for the summer, or so they say) ...
... and says "My eye is" and proceeds to say vague things about something going on with his eye and he can't see the computer monitor.
Well, what you don't do (this time) is whack him upside the head with a good solid chunk of British Columbia cedar 2x4 for having yet another medical drama late at night on a weekend. That's what you wanted to do a year ago when he went into diabetic ketoacidosis and was closer to dying than living (although it turned out that one really wasn't his fault).
Nooo. Because this time, you say: Sounds like a detached retina.
And hey nonny, 12 hours and two hospitals later, it turns out you're right.
So meantime, he says: What does that mean?
And you say: It means we go to the hospital right now.
But nooo, he had to eat his supper first. Then, arriving at the emergency room and being seen by reception immediately, and by a doctor within about a half hour, he has to complain repeatedly about waiting another half hour while that doctor tries to get a call back from the ophthalmologist on call at midnight to see whether he should go directly to the eye institute emergency place or go back next morning. No call back came by 1:00, so the doc said: go to the eye institute at 10 a.m. (today, Sunday).
10 a.m. was too early for old No.1, so they said as long as we got there by 11 it was fine. He was seen immediately by a young opthalmologist fellow. Hugely complete eye exam, everything you can imagine. (And then I horned in and got him to check my eye pressure because of my glaucoma, and I was right, it's too high and I need to see my ophthalmologist now, not in September.)
Not long afater noon, we see the bigtime retinal surgeon on duty. Unlike my retinal surgeon (there are only four in town who do these things; my guy and his partner are known for being rude jerks), this one is a cool guy and explains everything absolutely clearly and even treats me like somebody who knows what I'm talking about -- since I've been through it all, and all.
So No.1 gets admitted at about 2:30, and we start the waiting process. There's one operating room open on Sunday, and No.1's an emergency but he's behind every other emergency in the world. There are two ahead of him to start with, but any emergency Caesarian section or car crash who shows up bumps him.
I had to leave at 5:00 (an hour ago) to get tomorrow's work done, as I shall now do. Maybe he won't get surgery til the morning.
He's still whining about waiting. But dang it all -- you just can't beat a system where you show up at an emergency room at midnight and are being seen by the top surgeon in your specialty in town and prepped for surgery 12 hours later. All for the cost of a few taxi rides.
Now we just need to write a note to the receptionist at the first ER to tell her how it turned out. When No.1 announced (rather prematurely, granted) that he had a detached retina, she laughed and said Did you google it?
Of course he did. He's no idiot.
So if your POWSSLQ complains about some vague eye malfunction, even if it's nearly midnight Saturday and all you want is some quiche and a glass of red wine, do not hit them upside the head with a 2x4. That works for the diabetic not doing the diabetic thing right, but it very definitely isn't the correct treatment for a detached retina!
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