Yesterday Pure Luck had some outpatient surgery to take care of something that bothered him but was not particularly noticeable or worrisome to the rest of the family. I waited with knitting and a book until a doctor came to get me, mildly worried about the use of sedation and my ability to manage someone 16 inches taller than I am while he recovered from it.
Being a strong and super-fit guy, he did well, and he has been a surprisingly good patient.
A few observations after a day of nursing him:
- Taking care of someone whose short term memory has been temporarily affected can be very amusing.
- Apparently there was no object of concern greater than the health and well-being of the dogs, as inquiries after them were repeated and forgotten more than once.
- Being tied down to an icepack schedule of 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off reminds me of breastfeeding. I can’t really get anything much done before it’s time to make the switch again.
- Percocet can make a man very affectionate.
- Some children are naturally more helpful than others. (Let’s just say that if I call out for Snowman and he can’t hear me, no one answers, but if I call out for #1 Son and he can’t hear me, Snowman does.)
- I’m sure there’s more, but it’s time to do the icepacks again.