
This is a tribute to my husband for being such a trooper while I have been under the weather since my surgery. I wasn't going to tell this story, but I think it is worth sharing....Anyone who knows JJ knows he doesn't do well with hospitals, needles, knives, blood...you get the idea. So, the morning of my surgery we had to be at the surgical center very early and having

not slept well the night before and we had fasted the day before the surgery (something I don't recommend doing so close to a surgery, another lesson learned) JJ was not in prime condition for the hospital scene. After we consulted with the doctor he told us they needed to do an ultrasound before the surgery so we went into a small office where the nurse told us it would be a vaginal ultrasound. After about 1 minute of watching the ultrasound JJ said he needed to sit down. He sat down on the chair and put his head between his legs at which time the nurse said "That is a good idea to put your head down" unknown to either of us he had passed out and that is why he was bent over, after about a minute he toppled over onto the tile floor and we knew we had a problem. The nurse says to me "give me your hand" so I did. She put my hand on the ultrasound tool and told me to hold it......in my vagina. Meanwhile, she proceeded to go out in the hall and gather anyone and everyone who was breathing to come into this little office and assist my husband who was face down on the floor. Within seconds I was surrounded by 2 doctors, the anesthesiologist, and 4 nurses who as I layed on the table with my legs in stirrups, still holding the ultrasound tool in place tried to have an intelligent conversation with the doctors who were asking me about JJ's history of fainting spells. When they turned him over he was as blue as Violet on Charley and the Chocolate Factory after she chews the blueberry gum, they quickly administered oxygen and smelling salts. He did come around and was fine other than the cut on his head and a very bruised ear where he had fallen. So, you might be wondering where the "hero" part comes in? Well, he was a trooper the rest of the day even when they tried to find a vein for my IV for 20 minutes and had to call in the "difficult case" nurse. He let me squeeze his hand as tight as I wanted and didn't complain and for the next 2 weeks has been a great nurse to me even when he had to help me tear off the steri strips that were stuck to the incision. Anyway, I just wanted to send out a public thank you to him and tell him that even after everything I wouldn't have wanted anyone else with me during this ordeal....Thanks, sweetheart. I love you.