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Anthony just gave me a piece of his mind. He informed me that trying to kill myself wasn’t going to get me out of the hospital any faster and that he had added me and Luke to his insurance policy. Jeff didn’t even offer to add me to his insurance he made me pay for everything for Luke and myself. Because I make over a certain amount of money each quarter I’m not eligible for Medicaid, however Luke is able to be on it until his fifth birthday. Then I would have to add him to my policy, the one I don’t have. Part of the reason that I don’t go to the doctor.
The next morning the nurse prepares my shower and when she leaves to make the bed I try to bathe myself some. While I’m soaping up the washrag that they gave me in steps Anthony in all his glory, and God gave him a lot to be proud of, at least in my opinion. Well, that answers the question I had he’s a trimmed man. He helps wash my legs, back and hair. Then he gently dries me off when the shower is over.The whole time he’s doesn’t take advantage of the situation to grope my breasts or try to touch me inappropriately, he’s a true gentleman. He helps me into bed before he even thinks about getting dressed himself.
Two more days pass, but I am walking slowly down the hall, not trying to make the whole goal in one run on the first day. I learned my lesson the other day. I was in agony when I got to the nurses station that day. Anthony has been with me and he’s encouraging me to walk multiple times a day short distances each day. Today we made it halfway down the hall on the last walk of the day.
He’s set a goal by end of the day tomorrow that I will make it three quarters of the way down the hall. He is so encouraging I can’t believe that he’s in my life. He doesn’t have to be here, but he’s choosing to stay by my side. Maybe what he said the other day about loving me and Luke was the truth, not just talking to get into my pants so that he can abuse me like Jeff did.
Friday finally comes and I’m finally released from the hospital a week and a half after checking in for surgery. The doctor wants me to follow up with a surgeon in Abilene next week and in about six months I should be able to have the colostomy bag removed. I’ve got a shit ton of antibiotics to take since the area is prone to infections.
We arrive late in the night and I had apparently fallen asleep on the way. Something I’ve never done before except when I was sick. Johnathon had always said that being able to sleep while someone else was driving meant you trusted that person with your life. I really feel like I trust Anthony with my life.
He’s parked and unlocked the door before he comes out to get me he gently wakes me up and lifts me out of the seat. He proceeds to carry me to the master bedroom where I had been staying all the time. He quickly runs out to the truck for the overnight bags that we had taken with us to Houston. I hear him set the alarm and then he comes into the bedroom where I’m at. He checks my colostomy bag, empties it and reattaches it to the port.
I feel him climb in the bed with me and we both fall asleep. The next morning he wakes me up with a cup of coffee and some homemade bacon and eggs. While he’s preparing breakfast I empty my colostomy bag and get dressed for the day the way the nurses showed me to properly place the bag in my clothing and not pinch the bag. This is going to be the hardest thing to get used to having.
We eat breakfast and he brings something out of one of the bags from the hospital. It’s a little bear carrying a heart. It’s so cute he hands it to me and tells me that he saw it in the gift shop and thought it expressed his feelings for me and Luke.
Later in the day Kathy and Chris stop by with Luke in tow. He tells me about all the things that he’s done at school while I was gone. He inquires about the surgery, so I show him my new scar. Then he informs me that most nights Anthony would call him and read him a book and tell him how much I missed him and that we would be home soon. I can’t believe that he kept up the tradition of calling Luke every night whenever I was away. It was our little way to be together when we weren’t. I can’t believe that Anthony is counting him into these kinds of things. Jeff didn’t really care for Luke when he got past the whole cute baby phase.