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She has gone in for surgery now. They wheeled her in about half an hour ago. We arrived at half past seven this morning and I waited there with her until they were ready. I read to her while we were waiting. Sense and Sensibility, the first four chapters. I read and we held hands and we waited. At 10:42, they came for her and wheeled her away. I came home then, and I will wait here until she calls me to say that it is done. Then I will go back.
It is the left knee this time. The last two were the right. This one has not been touched before, not for nearly three decades. It had been the right that had been giving us all the trouble, at least until they fixed it sixteen months ago. Today should go smoothly. It should be a relatively minor procedure: Make a small hole, pop in for a look, clean up a little, do a lateral release. We shall see if that helps. If not, we will need to go back for the works, for the full treatment, for a repeat of the much more intensive procedure that was done on the right in 2009. We shall see.
The whole thing should take about half an hour on the table, once they are ready. The risk is exceedingly low. Nothing is likely to go wrong, recovery can be expected to pass quickly. She may stay overnight or she may come home this evening. We shall see. Regardless, I find that I am anxious. Does it make sense? No. The risk is exceedingly low. Still, I am anxious. My life partner, of over sixteen years now -- 6021 days, to be precise -- is in the hospital. I am not a Vulcan, I am not made of stone; therefore, I am anxious. I will be better this afternoon, when it is done, and even better still this evening or tomorrow, when she is home again.
In the meantime, words from Rent spring to mind:
There is no future,
There is no past
I live this moment as my last.
There's only us,
There's only this
Forget regret or life is yours to miss.
No other road,
No other way,
No day but today...
Another step up the mountain has been taken. The top gets ever closer. We clear away the blocks to beauty. We clear away the blocks to bounty. We clear away the blocks to splendour.
[ETA: She's done! Just received a phone call from her, at 12:54. Still not sure when she can come home, but I'm heading back to the hospital now!]
[ETA #2: She's home! We left the hospital at 14:30, just seven hours after we arrived on the ward. Now that's more like it! Will provide a more detailed update later.]
It is the left knee this time. The last two were the right. This one has not been touched before, not for nearly three decades. It had been the right that had been giving us all the trouble, at least until they fixed it sixteen months ago. Today should go smoothly. It should be a relatively minor procedure: Make a small hole, pop in for a look, clean up a little, do a lateral release. We shall see if that helps. If not, we will need to go back for the works, for the full treatment, for a repeat of the much more intensive procedure that was done on the right in 2009. We shall see.
The whole thing should take about half an hour on the table, once they are ready. The risk is exceedingly low. Nothing is likely to go wrong, recovery can be expected to pass quickly. She may stay overnight or she may come home this evening. We shall see. Regardless, I find that I am anxious. Does it make sense? No. The risk is exceedingly low. Still, I am anxious. My life partner, of over sixteen years now -- 6021 days, to be precise -- is in the hospital. I am not a Vulcan, I am not made of stone; therefore, I am anxious. I will be better this afternoon, when it is done, and even better still this evening or tomorrow, when she is home again.
In the meantime, words from Rent spring to mind:
There is no past
I live this moment as my last.
There's only us,
There's only this
Forget regret or life is yours to miss.
No other road,
No other way,
No day but today...
Another step up the mountain has been taken. The top gets ever closer. We clear away the blocks to beauty. We clear away the blocks to bounty. We clear away the blocks to splendour.
[ETA: She's done! Just received a phone call from her, at 12:54. Still not sure when she can come home, but I'm heading back to the hospital now!]
[ETA #2: She's home! We left the hospital at 14:30, just seven hours after we arrived on the ward. Now that's more like it! Will provide a more detailed update later.]
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Also, your lovely partner, the wondrous
Nap time now, I think. I've not been sleeping nearly enough lately, I'm afraid. Only a couple of hours per night for the last few. Will post more, later today, when I am a touch more rested... including fun social planning for several upcoming activities!
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(used in a movie, but apparently originating with Babatunde Olatunji, of all people)
I won't insult your intelligence by repeating the obvious (that Chesh will be fine). Instead, I send astral *hugs* to both of you - and to the kitties, who probably wonder where the hell Mom is.
*Hugs!*
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Only came on here to see if there is any news. So glad Chesh is "done" for now. Let's hope Nomad and the kitties have her home for tonight.
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GO CHESH GO
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