So remember a week and a half ago, when my husband was sliced open during an emergency surgery to fix a hernia-gone-bad?  (Good times.)  Well, that was during some vacation time that he was already taking off from work, which is handy, I think.  I mean, if only all people could plan to have their operations during time they were already taking off from work.  Talk about efficient.

Last week was a given.  He had the week off.  Considering that by Friday the poor guy could barely sit up and driving was about a joke, it was a good thing.  We had to put off coming home (which we’d originally planned to do last Wednesday or so).  I drove him to the doctor’s office in Elko to pick up the FMLA leave form they’d filled out for him so he could fax it to his work that afternoon.  The idea being that he would take this week off as well.

Would you believe me if I told you they gave him a hard time about wanting this week off?

I think it had something to do with how the doctor had worded his FMLA leave form, basically encompassing the entire six weeks of his recovery (oh yes, SIX WEEKS), but neglecting to be specific about the short term.  On Monday, his boss emailed him that they’d be seeing him at work on Wednesday.  Which is TODAY.

And, I’m sorry, but even though he’s getting better every day, he’s still taking narcotic medication for pain as needed, taking naps during the day, has a hard time sitting up for periods at a time and finds driving uncomfortable.  How is he supposed to be able to work like that?

ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME?

Thankfully, though annoyed, Kile was able to get in contact with the doctor’s office yesterday and have them fax an updated FMLA leave form to his boss and he was able to secure the rest of this week off.  Thank GOODNESS, becuase I didn’t want to have to go down there and kick someone’s ass.

I tell you, sometimes…  You add in that they’re thinking of chucking this year’s 4% cost of living increase (supposed to take effect in July) because the state’s budget is for crap and I’m thinking fleeing the state might not be such a bad idea.  Buncha terds.