Well, this chapter has come to an end too, so far.
It's been 3 weeks since the nose procedure and my husband saw the doctor today for clearance to get back to normal. Doctor signed off on him going back to work. More on that in a bit..
So, prednisone. While it was awful while he was on it, my husband finally came to the conclusion that he felt better on it. "I had no aches and pains! I felt great!" He's going to discuss with his team that he's finally really to attempt to put this disease in remission. Hopefully that means prednisone for like a year or in the other case methotrexate. Lord help us all because that means he'll be ready for spandex speed skating season this winter.
But, the thing is, his employer advised him that he will return to the office and work sites. No more remote. I knew this was coming, but it's kind of sad and depressing for me. Sure, he drove me up a wall a lot of the time, but it's been over a year having him at home.
Last week, his boss called and wanted to know where my husband was with his recovery, or in other words, "get back to work." And why? They want to send him off to a work site ASAP.
My first thought was darn, he's going to be around people with unknown vaccination status. Mining companies are all gung-ho about being central to vaccine rollouts in remote places though. Then, it turned into, well, there goes the rest of my summer! No point making plans now... He'd be gone for a handful of weeks. And then who knows what's next once things loosen up more for travel? World is truly getting back to normal.
I'm in some sort of existential crisis and he's all, "yippeee, helicopter rides to sites again!" The male brain.
I know he needs to work because we're a one income household now. Besides that, I am a money pit.
There's my husband: new shoulder, new inflammatory condition, new nose (well, not entirely), and he's ready to go back into the land of the living. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here trying to figure who in my circle has been vaccinated..