So instead of getting a phone call from Steve on Friday morning telling me how awesome it was to no longer have two gigantic tampons shoved up his nose, I instead got a call telling me that he was scheduled to be back in pre-op at noon. Dwuh?

Turns out that although the packing came out of one side fine, when the doctor went to remove the other side Steve experienced the OH MY HOLY JEEBUS I’M GONNA DIE kind of pain. Thusly, the doctor did some investigating. I know what you are all thinking – no, there weren’t any keys or loose change in there. He did, however, find a giant hematoma bulging over the tops of the splints. About the time the doctor started asking if he had eaten yet, it became clear what this meant. Surgery. Again. Today. Non-negotiable.

Considering the surgery was scheduled for 1:00, I spent the next hour lining up my Plan B Team. [Thank you Judi and Andrea for everything.] Once the kids were addressed, we headed down for round two.

Although the first round of recovery was not exactly comfortable, the second can definitely be filed under G, as in Grounds for Divorce. They packed everything tighter to eliminate any additional bleeding, plus going under general anesthetic twice in 4 days is, well, its pretty crappy. Not to mention the disappointment of having to start recovery all over again.

He goes in first thing Monday to have the packing removed. Again. Hopefully with no references to Jeebus this time.