Blue Balls

We are blue here at Whimsey Hill. We are blue because my poor husband has been put through the ringer the last couple of days. Yesterday, he had surgery to remove a 7mm kidney stone that was painfully traveling through his ureter to his bladder. When the doctors finally got in to look at it, it was way too big to pull out without causing a lot of damage. So, they sent his poor self home with a catheter dramatically protruding from his, well his, well, you know. He was to go home and rest, ha, and the doctor would use a machine to blast it into little passable bits this morning.
This finally happened this afternoon.
The surgery center was backed up and did not get to Clay until 3:45pm. This makes for a very long, hungry and tiring day. He was blasted and ready to go home at 5:30 and he has been miserable ever since. I am feeling for him. I have actually been a little sick to my stomach today. I can only describe this as sympathy pains. I am such a Felix Unger! (The Odd Couple) I hope tomorrow is a brighter day. I am thankful that so far he has lived through this and is hear to painfully partake in another 105* day.
Oh, one funny thing did happen today. While we were waiting for his procedure to take place, I found a skin marker. I tried, without any luck, to convince Clay to let me write something funny on his belly. Something like...Fragile, HANDLE WITH CARE, THIS END UP.... Damn, that would have been funny! He's not in a very funny mood! I get teary just thinking about it. Oh, what about elephant ears. heeeeheeheeheeheehhehehehehehe.