As some of you may already know, Miss Creant spent yesterday morning in the hospital undergoing surgery. Long story short, she’s all better now, and is recovering from the pain involved.
This isn’t the story of the surgery. This is the story of recovery.
One of the things they do during a laparoscopic procedure is, apparently, to inflate your abdomen to 35psi to make room to look around. This makes sense to me, or else guts and stuff would be in the way of the li’l camera.
While I was talking with the surgeon after the operation, he was telling me about how Miss C might have pain in her shoulder area after the procedure due in part to the air pumped into her. I had to come up with a way to explain this to her later.
Me, being 100% boy and 100% base to the core, deemed the resulting pain “The Arm Fart.” It worked. She got the idea.
First thing this morning, we wake up. Before we have a chance to get out of bed to start the day, I immediately inquire as to how she feels. She tells me, “I’m doing okay, even The Arm Fart is going away.”
My response? “Yeah, it seems to have migrated out of your mouth.”
For your future reference, never say such a thing.
That is all.