I Would Give my Gallbladder for a New Droid 2

For almost a year, Hans has been looking forward to Monday, September 13th and I have heard about it at least once a day.  He has been planning for Monday September 13th, living for Monday September 13th, dreaming  of Monday September 13th. 

Monday, September 13th - D-Day: the day our Verizon contract could be renewed and he could get a Droid, aka Droid-Day.

Unfortunately for Hans, Monday, September 13th also ended up being G-Day, the day that I had to have my gallbladder removed.  We were up at 5 am, at the hospital by 6, in the gown by 6:30 and significantly drugged by 7. 

He toyed with the idea of going to the closest Verizon store while i was under the knife, but that plan was foiled because by the time the store opened I would be in recovery and he is smart enough to know that it would be in his best interest to be by my side holding my puke bucket rather than loading cool new apps on his smart phone.

I will save the lurid details of my horrific recovery for another post, perhaps entitled "Please stop eating stinky cheese while holding my puke bucket". But for reference I will tell you this much, the hours following my surgery were terrible, worse than my breast reduction (yes i had one of those), worse than my c-section (yes i had one of those too), worse than my wisdom teeth (most things are worse than that). And while Hans was faithfully at my side, trying to force Popsicles and broth down my throat, adjusting my pillows, and calling the nurses line to confirm that i didn't pop a stitch with a rogue dry heave, he found a few opportunities to check in with me on the Droid situation.

First, he was sure that i would be thrilled to know, that he had finally made his decision about which Droid he would be getting. He had been vacillating for a year - first the decision was iPhone or Droid, that was particularly painful because in case you aren't aware, i don't give a shit.  Once he decided the Droid was his golden ticket to a new life, the important question became which Droid to get. I will give him  a little credit that he also spent a lot of time deciding which Droid would be best for me as well, taking into consideration my needs and desire, capabilities and shortcomings as they relate to touch screens. As my husband, he truly feels responsible for taking care of all of my tech needs with love. 

Even though he was doing his best to support me, I knew that every second that ticked by was echoing in his brain because it was a second he could be stroking his new smartphone. I however really didn't give a crap because i was contemplating my life without cheese

"So it is 3:00, how do you feel about me running to the Verizon store to get our Droids, your Mom is here with the baby." I peered at him out of one squinted eye, all that my blazing headache would allow, long enough to see his expectant, hopeful face. I would have considered it if i hadn't just had a camera shoved inside my bellow button and an organ chopped out of me. 

"I don't think I want you to leave me."

"Ok, because I wont go if you don't want me to. Your mom is here with the baby and I could be back really quick, but if you want me to stay i will."

Because  i had just said that i wanted him to stay, and since i felt a wave of nausea barreling toward me i just closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place. I don't remember much after that, but i did wake up on Tuesday afternoon with a shiny new Droid on my nightstand.

And now my life will never be the same.