The two hour procedure ended an hour early because after cutting a whole at my husband's tailbone (OW!) and trying three different times they could not find the correct angle to do the fusion. So now we get to have nasty harsh back surgery with probably 4-8 weeks at home because they have to go thru the abdomen instead of a nice little cut on the back. YIPPEE!! He spent the whole drive home from the hospital saying four letter words and son of a bitch. Then made it inside and passed out cold for a few hours.
Oh and the best part I have to fight with the evil B*TCH from hell at his office about getting him on short term disability. I'm not exaggerating about the evil you-know-what either. My husband can't deal with her at all. I hope I'm up for the task. Right now I'm completely and totally exhausted, this is probably the most incredibly boring post with no smart-ass comments, so I am off to my cushy bed and hopefully oblivion for a few hours.