I'm home from the procedure. I'm exhausted, but not in a lot of pain.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Rest and be gentle with yourself.
I'm glad you aren't in much physical pain, sj.
Hil, your mom is adorable.
Quick recovery wishes, sj.
Rest and be gentle with yourself.
This needed to be repeated.
In fact, everyone should make sure to do that.
I hope you have a swift, painless recovery sj.
Well, that was a thousand dollars I had a better use for. Kara said she'd pay half of it, though it would have to be in installments. Sweet mother goddess, I hate funeral homes. I may never be able to cope with floral upholstery again. I would have been so much happier in a fucking business office than that dreadful faux-living room.
Now I get to talk to Social Security and get his disability ended--but I'll get a check for $250! I wonder if I'll get to keep this month's payment or if they'll want it back. That's my Friday to look forward to.
And I hadn't even thought of probate. He refused to do a will because everything is held jointly and "I don't have anything."
Easier days, sj.
Thanks, everyone. So far I'm in a lot less pain than I was before the surgery, but I'm wary of how I'll feel when whatever was in the iv wears off. TCG is home today, and mom will be here all day tomorrow. TCG is getting me more gatorade and a loaf of bread from the farmer's market for dinner (which will also include leftover pasta from yesterday and meatballs that my grandfather made.
I had a wonderful lunch with Kara. She went with me to take care of things. She's going to take his ashes, because I have a soul deep "can't cope" when it comes to remains. He was still my husband there in the hospital room, but the idea of handling a box of what used to be him makes me scream inside.
So she's going to sneak him into the national forest near here, where he used to work and was so happy, and not ask permission and let the woods take him. It's probably not environmentally good, but I'm a little past that a the moment.
But that part's done. Now the dreadful, dreary legalities.