So the last week has been a little slice of hell...Mixed with a little slice of affirmation(leavened with some idiocy). Anyway, step 1 of getting hubby healthy has been accomplished. Full mouth extraction(Which his cardiologist insisted on prior to surgery to repair a congenital Atrio-Septal Defect). He tried to chicken out and I had to gently bully him into going.

The surgery itself went just fine, although he almost didn't survive check-in. Not from any medical issue aside from my intense desire to strangle him...

So the check in nurse takes his info, then looks over to me. "You're his wife?"

Hubby stammers for a second and replies "No He's my nephew...". Idiot. Through the rest of the experience he couldn't even decide if I was his son or nephew or just exactly what. Thankfully none of the staff at the Med U are stupid, so they totally got it.

Later when I asked him about it, he added insult to... well, insult I guess. "I didn't want to be embarrassed just because you're an It Freak! I don't want you messing up my medical care!" I then patiently(Although at about 150 decibels{I can project in a pretty serious way}) explained that he had, by doing that, given up the only legal protection we had, that if the hospital wasn't aware I was his partner they could deny me access to him and the ability to make decisions if needed. Hopefully he gets it.

The thing is, I can't even be mad at him for more than a few seconds. It'd be as pointless as trying to stay mad at a puppy for peeing on the floor. I know why he did what he did. Its reflex for him to hide. We have hidden for our entire marriage, always playing a role, usually he's my uncle... The thing is, that not only doesn't fly anymore, it is no longer needed and in fact counterproductive. He hasn't been out with me for quite a long while and just doesn't seem to realize that the world sees me as female now(Well at least he didn't realize it till then). I think he got it rubbed in his face as we were waiting for the cab home in the lobby, he wanted the bathroom and asked me to find it. I looked around, saw the ladies, but no men's. So I wandered around a second, looking. the guard at the desk broke into my somewhat bewildered search.

"Maam, Can I help you? What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the Men's room."

"Maam the restroom is right there." He points at the ladies.

"Yes but I'm looking for the men's room, its not for me!"

Anyway, it all got dealt with and he's now set for the heart surgery, the really frightening bit... I don't really want to think about that right now.

A bit of a humorous side note, just sort of a confidence builder for me...

I was grocery shopping in a new store, the bathrooms were in the same place but not, they were location-flipped. As a result, I went into the men's room. Just as I spot the urinals and am headed out, There's a knock on the door. I open it and a guy is standing there staring at his feet, clearly embarrassed.

"Maam this is the men's room..." He mumbles at the floor. Poor dear was turning dangerous shades of red...

So I look at the sign, squeak out an "Oh shit!" and duck into the ladies...

Anyway, that's what's up with my life, I guess. I call it good stuff!

Thanks for reading,

Abby