Husbands..Ugh!

So the methadone is definitely helping.  Yay!  Tomorrow around this time I will have electrodes up in places that they do not belong.  I will think of it as a field assignment for the government investigating new ways to torture the detainees.  But, I really couldn't care less since it will give me answers one way or the other.  And, on all these drugs, I'm pretty out of it anyway.  

Husband and I have been e-mail today debating his wardrobe for this trip as I put his clothes that he had set out into the bag we are sharing.  Bathing suit?  Shorts?  Flip Flops?  Ummm...last time I checked we were going to 4 very important doctor appointments on a 2 day trip not a vacation to cancun.  He's supposed to look professional.  Meaning, cover up the hairy legs and nasty feet.  He had to cancel a bachelor party that happens to be in the same state so I'm thinking he's still holding out hope that I'm going to feel good after my injection Friday and that he's going to change his ticket and send me off on my way to fly home to NY alone 3 hours after an injection into my pudendal nerve.  NOT happening.  I emailed him when I saw the bathing suit.  I was furious.  A bathing suit?? He actually said he was planning to swim in the pool tonight.  Oh my goodness.  He must think I am drugged beyond belief because that man is not going to get into the Marriott pool at 1 AM and swim his fat ass around.  Just for lying to me he will now be forced to get into the pool and swim around while I sleep.  Husband, I hope you enjoy your swim.  I hope it is cold.  Very, very cold!