The man went for a minor surgery to have a sebaceous cyst removed from his face and the recovery is turning out more complicated than I expected. He has to stay away from the sun, which means he has to be indoors for most part of the day. So I’m now his chauffer, delivery and errand girl, on top of being his caregiver.
Little wonder why I’ve been so busy.
And while I don’t mind doing things for him, I really don’t enjoy listening to him describing about the ops because my knees literally go weak whenever I hear about needles, knife and blood. Yet he insist on sharing those gory details, making me all squirmish and uncomfortable.
Gosh, why on earth did I have to pick a sadist for a husband?
Anyway, I’ll try to tolerate it in view of his current affliction. I’ll wait till he’s fully recovered and then I’ll make sure he get to find out the true meaning of SUFFERING SUCCOTASH!
I hope he recovers soon. At home, I’m the sadist. Lol!
Comment by mumsgather — Fri, 23 May 2008 @ 5:51 pm