a whole buncha stuff

First things first.  The procedure this morning went without issue.  I was not fully aware of EVERYTHING they were going to do which is a rarity for me. Control issue?  Me?  Naw.  Roger had met with the surgeon without me a couple weeks ago (I had work conflicts and we wanted to get him in sooner than later).  The downfall of Roger meeting with the doctor(s) without me is that a whole bunch of details...um....disappear.  So we are sitting in the pre-op patient room and the nurse is ticking through all the various "check you in" questions and then talks about the procedure, timing, where I go while he is in the op room, etc.  She ticks through they will do:  the endoscopy and scope the esophagus and stomach (ok, all is good...knew about all that...) and they will scope the bronchial tubes to the lungs.  WHAT?????   STOP THE PRESSES????   WHAT?  Scope the lungs?  hello?  I didn't know anything about that.  Calm little, well not so little, Angie had a mini coronary.    Apparently they wanted to check for some potential obstruction in the lungs.  Did Roger share that little factoid with me?  Bet you can answer that.   

Roger's surgeon came in after the procedure to tell me how everything went.  He's such a cute little dude.  Kinda round, definitely short (shorter than me).  Roger liked the fact he had little bitty hands way back when he did the original surgery.  Didn't want any big ol hulk hands in his chest when they took out his esophagus.  Ok to the point, no obstructions, no scar tissue, no issues noted. Good news definitely and yet bad news in that we STILL don't know whats causing the continued pain, discomfort and difficulty eating. Surgeon thinks it may be motility issues.  They speculate that the nerves and muscles around the stomach and what remains of the esophagus may been injured or weakened in the original surgery two years ago and as a result his system doesn't move food down and out to be evacuated (nice euphemism, huh?) like everyone else.  So, what do you do?  THROW MORE DRUGS AT THE SITUATION.  He is supposed to try an antibiotic which is supposed to help with motility. 

We did have a Roger moment at the hospital this morning.  As the nurse was finishing the check-in, just before they wheeled him off (I hate the wheeling him away thing  in a big big way - always takes my breath away) she asked if he had any jewelry, contacts, dentures, glasses, etc on.  They asked if he had re

moved his underwear as instructed.  He responded with how strange he thought that was since the doctor wasn't going anywhere near that end.  And the nurse, head still down doing her little check list, responded how twisty the surgical staff was about everything off so they don't have to worry about anything getting lost.  Roger...in the ever so typical Roger way....responded "well, hell.  What goes on in there anyway?  Is there some kind of party?  I want to be awake for any party where I lose my underwear!!"  ohdeargod, why doesn't my husband have a filter?  What am I talking about?  I dont' have much of a filter either.  The poor nurse turned pink and quickly fled the room.  I flipped the page of my magazine and shook my head. 

We're home.  He's been snoozing on and off.  Is tired.  Throat hurts like hell but is in one piece.  Has managed to eat a little here and there.  all and all, given the circumstances, is doing pretty ok. 

Have a fab weekend.  hugs, a