Finally got a chance to come home. I really effing hate hospitals, and not for the obvious reasons. Yeah, they stink, there's sick people everywhere, but whatever, I lived on the streets, and it's kind of the same deal. It's more watching the "system" at work, the overworked (or incompetent) nurses, the vibe, the food.
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So, there's a third surgery for Zack's arm scheduled for Monday or Tuesday. He's recovering okay so far, drugged-up, hurting, bitchy and demanding. Ran around some today dealing with is work getting doctor's notes in (so he can keep his job), going to have to file with FMLA to try and get money so we can pay rent, etc. Got a chance to go smoke a pipe, get a real dinner, etc. That was nice. Friends have been good to me. Also nice.
You guys are awesome, thanks. Some people treat my relationship like it's some silly, fake, temporary thing (after 10 years... yeah right) or that it doesn't mean much, and sometimes I find it embarrassing to talk about or I feel like people think it isn't real--or it's just some political football. Seeing someone you care about in pain and wondering about what it'll mean financially is heavy stuff. It's pretty g'dang real. I've cried with my family trying to figure it all out, along with other health problems on both sides of the family, his and mine...it's been hellish. I have to be the strong one for a lot of reasons, and it's an interesting predicament for sure. I got thick skin and broad shoulders, fortunately.