So I was halfway awake from 4:30 on this morning, worrying about not getting enough sleep because I am logical like that. I got up at 6:45 and it wasn't really that bad and I felt fairly upright and coherent and so forth which was good. Mr. Moon was already up and on the road to Arkansas with the knowledge that he has a hematoma in his leg, or at least he was in his mind. He was dressed in his shorts which he had to wear so that they could get to his leg with the ultra-sound and the needle and he was cheerful and happy and completely ready to get past this hurdle while meanwhile, although I was dressed it wasn't in what I would be wearing to town, it was overalls and a raggedy shirt but you cannot ask me to put on a bra-like garment before the sun comes up unless you are taking me somewhere which involves the Miami airport and Bloody Mary's and an eventual landing in the Yucatan Peninsula.
So I drank some coffee and read a few blogs and then I got dressed in "real" clothes and Mr. Moon folded his blankets and put them in a bag with his pillow and with that he was finished packing as he had spent yesterday filling his truck with the things he would need. We had to take two cars to town because he was leaving from the appointment to go on his journey and I was leaving the appointment to go do the grocery shopping. We checked into the medical place early. I've been there more than once. Sometimes for mammograms, sometimes with a grandchild for X-rays. We all know how medical things affect me which is to say- I had already started dissociating by the time I got in the car and it was not an easy thing to keep myself fully in that seat behind the wheel but I must have because here I am. So I was a mess but my husband was, like I said, already on the road in his mind and we had to check in a second time at the desk upstairs where we'd been sent and then we sat and waited for about forty-five minutes. We finally saw a guy walk through the waiting area in a Radiology Associates T-shirt and khaki pants and we knew that must be the guy and sure enough, within five minutes, they called Glen back. Now the reason I was there in the first place was not only to offer my support to my man, but to witness and take note of everything done and said. So I got up and started to walk back to the procedure area with him and the woman who'd called him said, "You have to wait in here."
"What?" I said.
"She can't come with me?" my husband said.
"No. She can't," the woman said and that was that.
Well, fuck me.
So I waited and waited and he finally came out and handed me his phone and a package of gauze pads and grabbed the bag with his jeans in it that he'd planned on changing into and before I could even ask him how things went, he was in the restroom, changing into those jeans.
Well, fuck me again.
So I had to wait until he came back out and we were heading downstairs for me to say, "Well?" and he said, "It's a hematoma," as if...obviously.
He said they aspirated first fluid and then bloody fluid and the guy said it was a hematoma and they did send in a sample to pathology because the surgeon had insisted on that. They also irrigated it with saline and I am not sure why and I will never know because I wasn't in there, was I?
NO. No I was not.
At this point Mr. Moon was getting into the truck and noticed that despite a lot of bandaging, the aspiration area was leaking like crazy and he decided that he needed to change out of his jeans which were getting soaked and put his shorts back on which he did very discreetly in the parking lot in a manner in which no one could see him and then he tied a rag around his leg below the dribbling place and kissed me one more time and then...he was off!
Of course I was crying because all of that was A LOT and every day this man becomes dearer and dearer to me but as I told him right before he left, he is a crazy, crazy person which made him laugh but he did not disagree.
And then I went to Costco with Jessie and then Publix by myself and then I came home and scrubbed toilets and cleaned up cat puke and that's about all. I have zero energy.
Oh! I did go out to the garden. Remember when I planted the garlic last week?