The Pain

So today Paul showed up home from work at 2 in the afternoon. He has this medical...issue and had to come home and lie down. On his way to the couch, he threw me a box. It turned out to be my birthday present. He insisted I open it early, so I did. It was A DIGITAL CAMERA!!! So now I can not only be one of those obnoxious people who walk around with a bottle of water everywhere, but also one of those obnoxious people who walk around with a digital camera everywhere. Wheeeeeeeee!

Its SO cool. I was playing with it and it takes pictures in every condition as well as up to an hour of video, with sound. Paul kept saying "Its 5 Mega Pixels, Jenn" and I'd be like "Um, okay, neat!" and he would say it again 5 minutes later. Finally, I'm like "Okay, I'm stupid, is that good, or something?" Apparently, it is! And I should have known that! Apparently, it is a kick ass camera. It is, for you technofreaks out there, a "Kodak EasyShare DX4530 zoom digital camera". I've already taken approximately 1 million pictures of Paul, Smeagol, Paul and Smeagol, Smeagol and Paul, Paul and Smeagol awake, Smeagol and Paul asleep. Probably if I left the house, I could find other things to take pictures of too!

Oh, I did take a picture of Paul's hospital room today. I shall post the picture when I can get Paul to help me install the software and figure out how to get the pictures from the inside of the little box to the inside of the big box. And yes, we spent quite a few horrible hours in the ER today. Paul has an issue which I don't want to delve into too deeply for his privacy's sake and for your sake cause its damn f-in gross. But, its called a pilonidal abscess. If you wish to read/see disgusting things, go google that, if you don't, you can carry on with your normal life without ever knowing that it exists.

Some key phrases that may help you understand how Paul is doing:

1) (from our cute nurse, Nicole) "I'm not going to be one of those people who says that 'this won't hurt a bit'. It is very painful."

2) (from our doctor, who couldn't figure out how to work his computer) "Ma'am, are you sure you want to stay for this, the smell is one of the worst in the world" (and he was not referring to a medication or anything)

3) (from Nicole again) "Oh dear, you just keep bleeding through the packing...ma'am, here's some extra tape and gauze to bring home, you're going to need it."

It was hell. I sat on a stool beside Paul, with my forehead against his and my hand in his and watched him in agony. He left tooth gashes in his fingers from trying not to scream and his whole body was quivering. After it was over, I cried cause it was so terrible to see my partner in pain. He was so out of it from the vicodin and the pain, but he STILL tried to sit up and wipe away my tears and ask if I was okay. Unbelievable.

So tomorrow, we are supposed to call a surgeon that was recommended to us and we have to see him by Friday. The worst may be yet to come for my poor baby.

In the meantime, he is sleeping the sleep of the feverish/infected/Vicodin-ed up. His breathing is very shallow and he's cool to the touch, so I keep trotting in there like Edith Bunker to make sure he's still okay.

Anyway, he will be fine, but in the meantime, some prayers would be nice :)