We had some really nice neighbors.
The only sad thing about them, was that the husband was badly whipped. The poor guy couldn’t even think for himself without being berated by his wife.
They were a young-ish couple with four children.
Then, one day, the wife underwent a laparoscopic tubal ligation.
She sucked it up for two solid weeks.
She would only remove herself from the couch to use the bathroom. Otherwise, she demanded that her husband take time off work, and cater to her every need/whim.
He did this, with no complaint.
I had asked her if she was having some sort of problem, as she refused to do anything around the house for those two weeks.
She would not cook, she would not do any cleaning, and she would not care for her children.
At all.
She told me that was why she had her husband take so much time off work, and that I shouldn’t mention anything to her husband about it, but she felt like she ‘needed a break’, and this was the perfect way to do it.
She felt fine, and had actually had no problems whatsoever with the tubal procedure.
Skip ahead to six months later , when I had my laparoscopic tubal done.
The husband knew I was going to do this, and he kept carrying on about how I will need to take it easy, as I’ll be feeling really horrible for weeks afterward.
When my husband and I returned from the hospital the afternoon of my surgery, our neighbor was outside.
He just sort of stood there, watching me walk up the sidewalk to the house.
We had just eaten our dinner, and we were out in the garage, getting our fishing gear together, as we were on our way to the lake to do a bit of fishing.
Our neighbor came over, and said to me, “You didn’t have it done, did you?”
I looked at him like he had two heads, and replied, “What?”
He said, “You didn’t have the tubal done! What happened? Did you decide against it at the last minute?”
My husband then said to him, “Oh yeah! She had it done. There are no problems, and since she feels like it, we want to go fishing, so that’s where we’re headed.”
Neighbor guy smugly said, “I don’t believe you! You couldn’t have had it done! Look at you! When my wife had it done, she was down for two weeks, so I know you didn’t have it done!”
At that point, feeling just as smug as the neighbor guy, I showed him the couple of stitches I had in my bellybutton, along with the assorted little punctures (that were just starting to bruise a bit) that went along with it, just below it.
I said, “See? Now do you believe me?”
Neighbor guy just looked at me in awe, and said, “But…why are you up and moving around? I’ll bet you’re in pain like crazy! Why would you want to go fishing the same day you had the tubal?”
I said, “No! I’m not in any pain at all. I am a little tired, but I feel just fine! It’s a very simple operation, and though they told me not to do too much today, I feel perfectly fine, and I want to enjoy the rest of the day, as I was cooped up in the damned hospital for the last 6 hours!”
Neighbor guy said, “But… sigh… I can’t believe you’re actually up and about! Why was my wife laid up for two solid weeks, then?”
My husband looked at me, I looked at him, and I said, “Umm, well…I think you need to talk to her about that!”
Finally, he caught on to what I was saying.
It was at that point, when my husband and I think he finally realized just how whipped he actually was.
He then turned around, headed back to his house, YELLING for his wife the entire way.
They were divorced not long after that.
We did go fishing that afternoon, and I pulled both stitches from my bellybutton (probably because of all the casting. We were bass fishing).
But, it was nothing that a little Neosporin and a bandaid couldn’t fix. I was on antibiotics, anyway, so things worked out fine.
Never had even a twinge of pain at all from the tubal, nor did I have any problem from the pulled stitches.
