Ann and I have been having a bit of a laugh at my expense these last few days.
I slipped in to the hospital for a cervical fusion at a couple of levels last Friday. Being Superman in my own mind, I was sure that within a few days I’d be chomping at the bit to be swinging my arms while I walked briskly to hurriedly heal in my recovery.
I’d give it until Monday until I needed to be up to speed again (I would imagine that in my case up to speed would be a relative term?).
Anything else simply would not work for me; just too inconvenient.
Hence, Ann’s laughter.
I was having a bit of a pity party last night while Ann cleaned the bathrooms (clearly my responsibility) after she had a long day at work.
To me it seemed unbearable to go the few weeks of crushed machismo to have Ann do some of the things that I had promised her I would always handle. It made me look like a big wuss (kind of ironic how I felt that was the cause of my wussiness and not the constant moaning…)