Hubby had his gall bladder removed this past Wednesday. He was really sore the first couple of days, to the point that he couldn’t get up and down without help. But each day he has improved a little, and I’m hopeful that he will have a speedy recovery. I also hope that he doesn’t try to rush it.

The doctor said he could go back to work after a week, but Hubby neglected to tell him that his new job involves some really heavy lifting. He has to go to his follow-up appointment on Friday, and you can bet I’ll be there and will mention that to him. I’m all for him going back to work and making some money, but I don’t want him to hurt himself in the process. Maybe he can put him on restriction or something.

He did get out of the house yesterday and today, and did fairly well. He says that he’s going out on his own tomorrow, and I’m not sure whether I should stop him or not. He says he wants to buy me a birthday present. He’ll probably go out and come home with one of those skimpy little chemises for me. Just what I need.