Just a quick note to let you all know that D.'s shoulder reconstruction surgery on Wednesday went well. It was outpatient surgery, so I got to bring her home that afternoon. She's now on some hard-core drugs, such that she has severely limited short-term memory at the moment (probably not a bad thing, because maybe she won't remember the pain so much), plus she's got this amazing ice-water-circulating machine that pumps water into a pad on her shoulder 24/7. For the next six weeks she'll have her arm in a super-duper-big split that holds it in the "gun-slinger" position. She's spending all day and all night as well in a recliner, which is the most comfortable place for her -- pretty common for those with shoulder surgery, and in fact they put her in a recliner during her recovery from surgery as well.
She's in real pain, but quite frankly it's less pain than she was in whenever her shoulder would dislocate, as it's done many times, and this feels like pain that's moving her toward healing, so she's in quite good spirits despite the pain.
My job in all of this is to make sure she gets her drugs on time (see above re: no short-term memory!), keep the ice refilled in her cold-water-thingy, bring her food and beverages and anything else she needs, and to be a cheerful presence throughout it all. I'm doing pretty well, although I'm absolutely worn out after two days, because I was setting an alarm in the middle of the night to get up to give her pain meds. And I think I was never really falling sound asleep at night anyway, because this morning when D. groaned at 5:00 a.m., I was immediately awake and out of bed and opening her medicine bottles, so I think I've been only surface sleeping while listening to make sure she's okay.
Oh, and during all of this I was also grading my students' practice AP exam, which they turned in on Monday and which I wanted to get back to them today, since the exam is next Friday. I finished those at 12:30 this morning. (I was off on Wednesday and Thursday and taught for half a day today.)
Apparently I looked quite gray and haggard at school today. Good to know.
But now it's Friday evening, and I've committed to doing almost no work this weekend, and D's middle-of-the-night pain medicine doses were only for the first couple of nights, so I think that D. and I will both be doing better and settled into our new routine when I am back to work full time on Monday.
It's all good. Or will be.