Sorry, I'm a writer and a drama queen, so it was hard to resist the cliffhanger of the last post. Anyway, all is well with me -- it's Cavin who had to make a trip to the emergency room last night. He's fine now, nothing a little appendectomy couldn't fix. I left him there last night and came home to do work on the issue, since we go to press on Wednesday mornings. Let me tell you, nothing makes you feel like a crap-ass husband like having to leave your partner in a hospital emergency room because you have to go to work.
Fortunately, everyone at the office picked up what I had to leave off this morning, and I was able to get back to the hospital to stay the whole day. Overall it was a good experience as a gay couple, at least as far as it can be for a gay couple in a hospital who hasn't yet written up powers-of-attorney and living wills and all that. It's the first time I've been in the position where I experienced exactly how second-class I am -- not from the attitude of the nurses or surgeon, who were all quite nice. But because I was told that, should anything go wrong (god forbid) that we would need to contact an actual relative since I was, legally speaking, just a friend.
Of course, since Virginia passed that damn amendment, who knows if legal paperwork would even stand up if I found myself in a less friendly hospital.
Still, after Cavin recovers, which should just be a few days, we'll making an appointment with a lawyer. I just hope that someday my relationship with him won't have to reduced again to a Post-It on the front of his file because there's no appropriate space on the form.
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