The Honey had left knee replacement surgery Monday. I've been existing on snickers and green Monsters. Now, I had my right hip replaced last March so I knew a bit about what to expect. By the way, I love my hip, Dr. K., and my PT chickie who I described as an evil Kristen Bell. But I digress.
It is NOT easy. We are independent women. I had the dubious honor of basically cramming my love and help down her throat. 😂 And she doesn't want to BOTHER anyone. In pain and didn't want to call the nurse. Oh, so help me. I nearly beat her with her pillow. I think we've overcome that hurdle. Or not taking a pain pill fifteen minutes earlier while she's practically writhing in pain. Once again, I had to threaten bodily harm. 😑 But we're making progress!
Both of us. I made myself eggs for breakfast! 🥳
My problem is I tend to neglect myself while caring for others. I lived off rice krispie treats when my baby child had her baby child last September. 😶 We all have our things. 🙄
The Honey has taken to calling me Nurse Ratched, and I laugh. I promised to live up to the name if she doesn't behave. Better get used to me and my methods now. She's having the right knee done in February. 😎
Always writing*
...and being THAT nurse...
