Just got back from having dinner at E.'s restaurant. Picked up a tall cup of Pike at Starbucks on the way home. (I was on foot.)
About the BF's leg: He had knee surgery and the surgeon left some gauze inside the incision. The BF was in the shower and asked E. to come take a picture of the wound -- they could see the gauze through the incision, knowing it wasn't just the stitches. The BF then went to the doctor and the doctor wasn't there. Someone else removed the gauze from the wound. Now the doctor is denying he'd left the gauze inside the knee. E. said the doctor's afraid of being sued, but all they want is to get the thing taken care of once and for all. Meanwhile it's been swelling and the BF generally hasn't been feeling well and has no energy. (He's taking antibiotics.) As I was sitting there eating, the BF called and told E. he was driving to the emergency room for treatment. It's that bad.
I really didn't go there to have dinner, but I was hungry by the time I got there. I brought photos of the cats I'd taken today and printed out. I was just going for a cup of coffee and ended up having a house salad, chopped sirloin with sauteed onions, and mashed potatoes with gravy. Good stuff. And lots of iced tea.
E. said that our running into each other last night was some kind of signal that we should keep in closer touch. (I'd never heard him say anything like that before.) I think the BF's not being well is really getting to him and he needs the friendship and moral support.
I told him I'd watched "The Social Network" last night. He said someone had lent him the DVD and that he might watch it tonight. (He may be home alone, with the BF's two dogs -- miniature dachshunds.) (I didn't know about the dogs till today.) I'll call him on Tuesday to find out how things are going. (Monday is one of his days off.)
About the BF's leg: He had knee surgery and the surgeon left some gauze inside the incision. The BF was in the shower and asked E. to come take a picture of the wound -- they could see the gauze through the incision, knowing it wasn't just the stitches. The BF then went to the doctor and the doctor wasn't there. Someone else removed the gauze from the wound. Now the doctor is denying he'd left the gauze inside the knee. E. said the doctor's afraid of being sued, but all they want is to get the thing taken care of once and for all. Meanwhile it's been swelling and the BF generally hasn't been feeling well and has no energy. (He's taking antibiotics.) As I was sitting there eating, the BF called and told E. he was driving to the emergency room for treatment. It's that bad.
I really didn't go there to have dinner, but I was hungry by the time I got there. I brought photos of the cats I'd taken today and printed out. I was just going for a cup of coffee and ended up having a house salad, chopped sirloin with sauteed onions, and mashed potatoes with gravy. Good stuff. And lots of iced tea.
E. said that our running into each other last night was some kind of signal that we should keep in closer touch. (I'd never heard him say anything like that before.) I think the BF's not being well is really getting to him and he needs the friendship and moral support.
I told him I'd watched "The Social Network" last night. He said someone had lent him the DVD and that he might watch it tonight. (He may be home alone, with the BF's two dogs -- miniature dachshunds.) (I didn't know about the dogs till today.) I'll call him on Tuesday to find out how things are going. (Monday is one of his days off.)
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