Good Friday, my ass
My apologies for the blasphemy. But it’s been a rough week.
John is proving to be a very difficult patient. He has been home since Sunday: on the plus side, he has managed a walk each day, has been able to bathe and wash his hair, has been able to sleep, his intestines seem to finally be settling down a bit. But he still has that cough, which is causing a lot of pain to his torso and chest. He’s had no appetite, which worries me. He says he’s not doing anything so he doesn’t need that many calories, but I say his body still needs nutrition in order to heal. He’s weighing himself every day and says he’s not losing weight, but still… He’s had a strange swelling and pain in his right ankle, which has worsened instead of getting better. This wouldn’t be an issue normally, but I am concerned about some sort of localized infection. Plus, he needs to be able to walk — it’s crucial for his recovery.
Every day, I have asked, then begged him to call his HMO and arrange for the home-care visits he’s entitled to. Every day, he’s given me an excuse why he didn’t. When we spoke this morning, he was talking about going into urgent care. Just exactly what he should NOT do — go sit around with a bunch of sick people in a waiting room for hours.
I’ll spare you all the arguing and the tears. Upshot? He has a home-care nurse coming this afternoon, and a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. These are good things. But arriving at them was a battle. I’m worn out… and the weekend hasn’t even started. I’m headed over there to spend three days.
Deep breaths. Will work out before I go. Am eating. Am taking Airborne every day.
On the plus side, people continue to be kind and supportive. I am hoping to see Steve sometime next week for some desperately needed stress relief. Alex’s Paul even offered to help out with that, if Steve weren’t available. I was very touched by that. ♥
Speaking of Alex (go check out her new blog home!), we had lunch together yesterday, which stretched into an epic 5 1/2 hours of chatting and catching up. First time I’ve socialized since John’s surgery, and it was very good for me. During our time there, a couple sat in the booth behind us and they had one of the cutest dogs ever. This itty-bitty morsel of a dog, a teacup Yorkie. Normally I don’t care for dressed-up dogs, but it worked for this one — she was wearing a little sweater, had her hair pulled back out of her eyes with a topknot bow, and even had a tiny barrette! We both couldn’t resist going over to say hello, and she was very friendly, lapping up all the attention.
All right. Onward. For those who celebrate, hope you have a happy Easter weekend. Eat some chocolate for me. Naturally, I don’t do the giving things up for Lent bit, being Jewish, but this year, I do believe I gave up my sanity. Wish me luck in recovering it, will ya?