Hey Now, It’s Your Birthday…
Today is my wife’s birthday. Sue has big things happening today, but it’s not what you might think.
Nope, she’s not going to a spa for the full works. She’s not going out for a celebratory dinner at her favorite Mexican joint. She won’t even be relaxing around the house being waited on hand-and-foot. For her, this birthday — like all the ones since Ryan’s attack — is not about her.
There is no self-indulgence.
For her birthday today, she gets to spend it in the hospital as Ryan undergoes his last surgery; the final one (of three) to get this month-long kidney stone episode behind. For Sue, it is a day of nervous waiting in chairs that are deceptively uncomfortable. First in pre-op for two hours. Then in the surgical waiting room for an hour-and-a-half. Followed by a couple of hours at Ryan’s bedside in the recovery bay. Even given the best case scenario it’s a minimum of six hours. Unfortunately, this never happens. Realistically, it’ll be eight to ten hours… maybe more.
For me to wish her a “happy birthday” seems inappropriate, given what she’ll go through today. Let’s face it, her birthday will suck. It is my goal to make it the least “sucky” possible. It’s safe to say that both of us will be glad when this day is over. It will be long, tiresome, and nerve wracking.
So, to Sue, “Happy Least Sucky Birthday”.
As bad as it is for my bride, it will be worse for Ryan. There is no man — at least none in their right mind — that likes having a probe inserted in their penis to yank out a piece of tubing (called a “stent”). Never mind that he’ll be under anesthesia, that’s not the problem. It’s the discomfort that follows. Tonight will be rough on him, especially when he urinates.
Oh, and he’ll be peeing a lot because they’ll pump him full of fluids to make him do just that. At first, his urine will be disconcertingly dark with blood. Over the next twenty-four hours it will slowly lighten to just a tinge of blood then back to normal. Well, visually “normal”. It takes several days until it completely heals and there is no trace-blood left.