*whistles in the dark*

One of the perks of being married that no one ever tells you about is that you can say to another person--someone with no medical expertise at all--"I need you to look at my anus", and they will. (Without going into detail, I now have more sympathy for ladytroubles that before.)

The day didn't improve much from that point. Which is all the more reason why I need to recall what a great day yesterday was. Seems odd to be saying that when we spent the afternoon at the hospital, but that's the best mood I've seen monshu in in weeks. I'm sure the anaesthesia played a role. I'm worried the lack of food did, too. (Now that he's no longer fasting, it's back to the same level of discomfort as before.)

Everyone we had to deal with--from the receptionist to the cabbie to the pharmacists--was cordial if not outright friendly and never less than competent. I got the meds, did a little shopping, and picked up Thai for dinner and still made it home before 6 p.m., which left me time enough to watch a film and read more than half of a new novel. (The Old Man bested me on that, staying up until 4 a.m. to finish devouring his.)

He's back next week for a CT scan. I'm trying not to fret about what they might find. But whatever it is, yesterday was a great day.