My Wife's Knee

Yes, I know, this Blog is supposed to be about "Louise", but without my wife Louise wouldn't exist, she's the person who created and encouraged Louise to become the Happy and fulfilled person he/she is today, so the least Louise can do is devote some details about Millie's life.Millie suffered an knee injury as a cheerleader in High school which caused her to need a replacement knee 17 1/2 years ago, also do to her unfortunate attributes as an endomorph body type her left knee had to be replaced 3 years ago. The right one having outlasting it's useful life had to be replace again 2 weeks ago.So with that preface, I took Millie to the hospital on the 10th. of Nov for her surgery.


As a dutiful and concerned husband I left Louise at home, although I only wear female clothing even as Lou, it's mostly androgynous. I wear woman's jeans, boots and a woman's button down blouse so everything looks tailor made and people really don't figure the whole thing out because I myself am a mesomorph build and look a little like a Mob hit man as a guy, so it's confusing to say the least.Millie is wheeled into the pre-surgery area where they hook up the mentoring equipment and stick in the shunts for any drugs. As they're working on her, I am sitting in a chair and a large Black nurse looks at me and says "I know who you are" of course I don't remember her and she says I met you at a "Night's in Venice" party in Ocean City, but you were dressed differently. Needless to say, my wife is a little upset, she's there going to have a major procedure and this lady wants me to show the other 5-8 people in the area my pictures, which due to my uncontrollable compulsion I acquiesced too., Millie wasn't very happy, but they actually treated her with more care.


So now comes the waiting room period, the room has about 8-10 people but after a couple hours they're now 3 other men besides myself. We start talking about why we're there and who does what, one guy mentions my boots and asks if I ride horses, I am small (5'2" tall) so I could pass as a Jockey especially with the black specific riding boots and riding jacket I had on with the skintight jeans. Of course another guy noticed my crab apple colored nails, yes I have them painted too. So again I have to show my pictures, even the admitting nurse had to start asking me questions. Well you know, after 5+ hours you need to kill time somehow.


Once I found out how she did I was able to go home, let out and feed our dogs, eat dinner and go back and see Millie. But as I was leaving the hospital one of the men was walking back in and stopped me. He said, you know you really seem very happy and I need to ask you for some advice. He went on to tell me he was there for his wife who was a widow and he married her after a short period after her loss. She was left very well off due to him being a doctor and now this guy was more of a companion, but the issue was, he was being treated as a piece of trash, he was more of a "go-for", there was no affection or intimacy. He wanted to know what I thought the problem was. I was pretty much put in an awkward position, but being honest I had to tell him I felt she only married him out of loneliness and just someone as a companion and nothing else. He said, I pretty much felt the same thing and meeting and talking to you, I just felt you would be honest and knowledgeable and he thanked me.


Please believe me, I in no way consider myself clairvoyant, I don't know anything, ask my son and wife, the only time they need me is when they don't ask me and then do something I need to help get them out of trouble with, other than that I'm a "Dumass". But I've been beat up so bad all my life and have been fortunate enough though my wife to finally be able to see both sides of life. I have a friend (I use the term loosely) who thinks I don't know he experiments many mornings, he tells me his schedule has tightened so if I want to come up and talk with him before work, he doesn't have time, but I see though that. I really don't know why after I've expressed my friendship he's not willing to return it, but as the saying goes "c'est la vie" (shit happens) but I keep at it.


Anyway, all the people at the hospital surgery center wanted to meet me and I was going out en-fem Wednesday anyway, so when I stopped at the hospital, Millie was still in the surgery recovery area, I went in to see the waiting area person, but the girl at the front desk who know me both ways had called her to expect me, she was overwhelmed,  apparently she also called the Black nurse in the surgery area because she comes out of the back surgery area and drags me back there the show me off to all the other people.It's really amazing, I'm still Lou, the little guy who only draws attention due to my crazy way of dressing up. I don't become any smarter or better looking as me but people see me as someone special, they want to gobble me up, they hug me, hold my hand, kiss me, compliment me on my looks and even ask me to help them with concerns about their lives.


WHY, WHY, WHY I ask you why, I don't have an answer. BUT, if you've seen on the news a new fad has just evolved, someone has come up with a new radical idea, people put paper bags over their heads and then socialize for a period of time, I don't know who long, but I suspect a few weeks. After they get to know each other they finally take the bags off and see the other persons face, but first they got the chance to learn about the others personality. Isn't that a little like what I'm going though, I think it's another way of cross-dressing.


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