Lion Maintenance

At 7:30, they took Lion back to the operating room. The surgeon said it will take about two hours. I found the cafeteria and had some breakfast. Lion couldn’t eat this morning and it seemed rude to eat in front of him, so I waited.

They gave me a pager similar to those given at Applebee’s and Red Lobster. They’ll buzz me when the surgery is done. Amazingly, the pager has a reach of the entire hospital plus a few blocks in each direction. I teased Lion that I could run but I couldn’t hide from them.

After I was done eating, I took the circuitous route back to the waiting area to find that Lion’s surgery actually started at 8:10. Is it two hours from 7:30, or two hours from 8:10? No matter. The only thing I’ll be doing is waiting anyway.

Last night I gave Lion another blow job. I edged him a few times. I would have edged him a few more times, but I was a little overzealous and he came. I was hoping to increase his semen output by edging him. It didn’t work, but it’s only been two days since his last orgasm. I wanted to give him a proper send off for his surgery and subsequent I’m-in-too-much-pain-for-sex recovery.

A few hours later, the heat stopped working. No idea why. The breakers were fine. The heat pump, blower, all parts of the system were good, except the thermostat. An emergency heating guy took over an hour to get there and less than a half hour before he showed up, the heat was magically on again.

Lion said it was an omen. I don’t think so. He was just looking for a reason to cancel surgery. Needless to say, we didn’t get a lot of sleep. I’m hoping Lion is sufficiently drugged later so we can snooze more.

Even when he was in the prep room, he was trying to get out of the surgery. Having trouble finding a vein for the IV? I can just leave. Can’t find the supply you’re looking for? I don’t really need the surgery. But once they started with the “feel good” drugs, he was happy. He’d love to stay out of it for at least three weeks. By then the pain should be a lot less. [Mrs. Lion – Lion wants to be sure I clarify that he was kidding about getting out of the surgery today. (I knew it and I’m pretty sure you knew it too.)]

At this point, Lion has been in surgery for a half hour. Twenty-five percent of my waiting is done. Fingers crossed for the next seventy-five percent.

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By The Time …

By the time you read this, I will be at the hospital. It is the day that my shoulder will be fixed and a long recuperation will begin. I’m scared. I’m not worried about the surgery so much. It’s routine, so there is little chance anything will go wrong. I’ll glance at the permission papers and sign them. Then, the IV will be inserted in my left arm and I will be rolled into the O.R. That’s the worst part for me Transferring from the gurney to the operating table is difficult. The operating table is narrow, hard and covered with a starched, white sheet. Once in position, I will go to sleep.

By the time I wake up, I will be on another gurney in the recovery room. Things will be fuzzy. I am awakening from a deep sleep. My arm will be in a sling and feel numb from shoulder to finger tips. There won’t be any pain, just a sense of loss. The nurses won’t get it, but I am mourning the long, albeit temporary loss of the use of one arm. Left alone with my thoughts, I’ll be wondering how I will pass the many long days and nights burdened with the pain and useless right arm.

By the time the surgical nerve block wears off, we will be deep in the weekend. I will have to learn when to take the powerful pain medications to keep away the agony. This is the beginning of the time I fear most.

By the time the weekend is over, Mrs. Lion may be very tired of the hard work of dealing with a grumpy, drugged lion. I will be regretting the decision to get the operation.

By the time I write my next post, I will have discovered how to cope with most of the basic survival challenges. There is no light yet at the end of the tunnel, but I will be able to believe I can keep going until the pain is gone.

Before any of this, Mrs. Lion and I will enjoy our last normal night. I’m even horny. We’ll go out to dinner and relax together. When we wake up tomorrow, everything will be different; except us.

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