Sweety had his surgery today. So now his 4, 5, and 6 discs are fused together. We saw him afterwards and he said that most of the numbness and tingling that was in his fingers has gone away. I'm just really glad that he didn't "die or fall off the face of the earth" and that all is well. (The COAEW was kind enough to let Sweety know the other night that if he croaked that I'd never see the boys again. She's a real gem.)
Yesterday it was decided that she would have the boys tonight but when Sweety realized that I couldn't stay overnight with him in the hospital and would be coming home, she said it would be better if the boys stayed with me tonight and I could take them to school tomorrow. (Damn, that is one fucked up sentence. I'm tired. But you know what I mean, right?) I had to take the boys to the store with me to get some toothpaste and I was so tired that I almost passed out. Got all light-headed and started seeing stars.
I'm so glad that they are in bed now. I let them stay up an hour past their regular bedtime since we did so much running around tonight. As soon as I got them from school we went to the hospital to check on Sweety (but we couldn't see him at that time), then to baseball practice, then to the hospital to visit Sweety, then LittleBrother and me went and got food for everyone, then to the store, then to a drive-through to get the boys a pie for dessert and then home.
While I was out and about today, I did manage to photo some people who pissed me off.
Exhibit A. I guess this was this chick's way of NOT parking in the handicap spot. She pulled her car in so that the damn thing was blocked off for use by anyone else but she wasn't really in it. (And she didn't have a handicap sticker or hangtag for the window.) I wanted to get out and knock on her window and ask here what the hell she was doing but I refrained.
Exhibit B. These are the bleachers that I was sitting in during the boys' baseball practice. We got to practice about 15 minutes early (before everyone else) and I was planted on the top bench right behind where this lady decided to plop down. See that thing in her right hand? That long white thing? That lit cigarette?! Yeah, I really appreciated her sitting down right in front of me (when the whole area of bleachers was empty) and then proceeding to blow clouds of smoke that attacked me. So I had to move. It was move or get a secondhand nicotine high and go crazy and kill everyone. Moving seemed wiser.
Heh, guess what I did to avoid paying on my bet the other night? I got in bed and told Sweety that if he wanted it that he could come and get it. But he couldn't come and get it because of his bum arm! He hasn't been able to hold himself up on his forearms since he's been hurting. I'm not sure, but I think it sounded like he was crying when he realized that he was going to miss out cashing in on the bet due to his current state of weakness. He says that once his arm is all better that he's going to beat me with it. I'm not worried.
My eyes are burny and I must retire. Maybe Tiny would like to give them a soothing lick? I'll take my contacts out, just in case. The girls and I are going to have a threesome since Sweety is gone.