As Christmas time is upon us my honey decided he needed to be back at the hospital to spread some good cheer.
We were up and down Wednesday night as Michael was having pain. About every 20-30 minutes. As I was up, I got out of the house at 6am and drove into work. It was windy, gusts up to 60mph, so another employee and I followed each other in. As I left the hosue he said, "don't worry about me. I will call you later."
Normal dealio right?
Worked and got tons done in the quite of the morning. In the middle of a meeting he calls me. I never take calls during meetings, but as he has been in the hospital everyone understood. It was 10:30am. He told me he had blood in the toilet. I told him I would be home soon. I leapt out of my chair and flew out of my office.
When I arrived at the house he was looking like his appendix had ruptured again. He refused, of course, my offer to take him to the hospital. So...I began prepping the house, dogs, and his bag. Well, I was right again. He then started shaking and off we went along with his temperature of 99.9%.
We got to the ER and nurse at the desk did not believe me that he had a temp as it was lower. He started to throw up and it tasted like lemon. Weird, huh? Once he was actually admitted, four hours later, the nursing staff though so too.
After an awful exam he received dilauded. Yeah!
Then a dx of C-Diff. Ugh!
We finally got upstairs after eight hours in the hospital already. Now fully admitted and with a dx treatment began.
Another night of no sleep for either of us. In just two days it will be exactly a month since his emergency surgery.
So many lessons learned about how strong our marriage is, how funny my hubby can be, how much we love each other, how much we balance each other out. He is calm, I am not. I am high keyed, he is a pen cap pusher. We both like to hug and pet and pamper. As i take care of him he is always insisting that I sit, rest, nap, sleep...etc. Which I never do any of.
He is my world.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
The Rupture Follow-Up
As we got home we were so happy. Many days and nights of sleep later he was feeling much better.
On the other hand, my sleep has been awful. Up and down with him every few hours, then is was about every four, and still about every six. Sleep is eleuding me now due to nightmares. Not about his illness, just in general.
Then he got a fever. We wound up back at the ER for a few hours. As soon as I went up to ask how much longer we would be there he was called. Of course, he just had us pack up our crosswords and word searches because his fever had broken.
He has had his first day back to work. It went okay. However, the first night home; not so hot. He has now rested all day and will have day two tomorrow at his work.
I have learned many wife lessons through this ordeal and will probobly write them down. Right now, my goal is to continue to be the best I can be for him.
On the other hand, my sleep has been awful. Up and down with him every few hours, then is was about every four, and still about every six. Sleep is eleuding me now due to nightmares. Not about his illness, just in general.
Then he got a fever. We wound up back at the ER for a few hours. As soon as I went up to ask how much longer we would be there he was called. Of course, he just had us pack up our crosswords and word searches because his fever had broken.
He has had his first day back to work. It went okay. However, the first night home; not so hot. He has now rested all day and will have day two tomorrow at his work.
I have learned many wife lessons through this ordeal and will probobly write them down. Right now, my goal is to continue to be the best I can be for him.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Rupture for Thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving day we were going to volunteer at the homeless shelter to serve Thanksgiving lunch. I did this as a child and it was time to share it with the hubs.
Well, the hubs began to feel ill Thursday morning so we decided to stay home. We changed back into our PJ's and watched some TV. He took a long nap. He had some tummy pain and such; no fever, no massive amounts of pain. I asked him if he thought it was appendicitis or a kidney stone. Nope, not that kind of pain.
Then I began to feel puny. I was up and down all Thursday night with an upset tummy. Some wonderful friends brought over Thanksgiving dinner for us to eat. BTW, it was awesome. We thought we had the flu. I even posted in my blog about staying home so not to share germs.
The hubs felt well enough to go to work for Black Friday at the big orange HD. They sent him home after four hours due to a fever and not being 'himself'. i.e. snapping, upset, and overly verbal. wink wink.
So he came home and slept. I had called in because I did not want to get anyone else sick. My nursing home residents and staff would not have wanted what I had.
Well, he took some naps after coming home from work. Then his fever sky rocketed, he got the shakes. The shakes were like convulsions they were so strong. He wouldn't listen to be about a doc. I called a wonderful redheaded lady that is an RN that lives just a few blocks from me. She brought her thermometer and brought the manual cuff. I had an electric one, but gosh, she would never use that. Oh, and BTW if you are an adult without kids, own a thermometer for goodness sake. I sure didn't. In fact, my RN friend left hers with me for the future!
Anyway, she told him (just like I had) ER or a clinic. He chose the clinic. There were 30, count them, T-H-I-R-T-Y people in front of him. I filled his paperwork out sitting on the outside side walk next to a Mom with her sick teenager because we couldn't sit inside as all the seats were taken. We left our phone number with the clerk and picked up dog food, Poweraid, juice, and "get well people food". He stayed wrapped up in a quilt from Great Aunt.
When we returned we still had nine people in front of him. He decided to get out of the car for a call of nature. He could barely stand, almost screamed, and had to 'hobble' into the restroom inside the building.
At this point he had told me multiple times not to be the "health care, forceful provider". Hah! I went up to the window and waited. When the young brunette opened the window I stated: "You are going to see my husband, you are going to see him now. I know there are other sicker people in front of him, but he can barely stand he is in so much pain. You ARE going to see him now." I almost choked on the words as I began to cry. My husband never hurts.
They saw him within 2 minutes.
He was coming off the table he was in so much pain. They told him they were going to direct admit him to the hospital of our choice because he probably had a ruptured appendix and needed a CT within the hour. He refused; well duh; of course he did.
I had to explain that he would only be a direct admit to the ER if he did what the PA-C said. Notice, I explained it, not the clinical professional. He still refused. I told the guy I would drive him to Christus. He said he would call over so it would be a direct admit. We saw them for 60 seconds, maybe.
When got him to CSM the guy had NOT called. I argued to the clerk in blue scrub: "The XXX clinic said he needed in one hour as he had a ruptured appendix." They said they would call the clinic. They hadn't. I repeated myself and was and Advocate (xitch) for the love of my life. The clerk rolled his eyes and handed the admission sheet to an RN that I danced with when were children. She took this seriously and did everything should could. Awesome.
We were in the ER for a number of hours waiting on the CT, lab work, etc. The pain meds didn't work. They only brought him to a 9 when had been a 10+ pain. Then the doc came.
Surgery for a ruptured appendix with peritonitis at 9:10pm. While he was under I picked the Hubby's toothbrush, deodorant, etc. up. I was back within 20 minutes (that's stretching it). I then pounded on off buttons of annoying channels in the surgery waiting room. Why can't we have no TV in this space? Hello!?
He was out within 45 minutes and the surgeon told me he did well, yet the abdomen was very infected and we had to keep watch for sepsis.
Hubby was in the hospital for 9 midnights, 10 days. 10 bags of Zocin, 10 bags of Flagyl. Wow.
During these 10 days my good friends provided me with wonderful BBQ, Julie's Deli, Home Depot Christmas hats, and more prayer than I could imagine. Hubby and I love all of you!
We are 17 days out of surgery and there is still pain. Please continue to pray for the Hubs.
Love to all.
Well, the hubs began to feel ill Thursday morning so we decided to stay home. We changed back into our PJ's and watched some TV. He took a long nap. He had some tummy pain and such; no fever, no massive amounts of pain. I asked him if he thought it was appendicitis or a kidney stone. Nope, not that kind of pain.
Then I began to feel puny. I was up and down all Thursday night with an upset tummy. Some wonderful friends brought over Thanksgiving dinner for us to eat. BTW, it was awesome. We thought we had the flu. I even posted in my blog about staying home so not to share germs.
The hubs felt well enough to go to work for Black Friday at the big orange HD. They sent him home after four hours due to a fever and not being 'himself'. i.e. snapping, upset, and overly verbal. wink wink.
So he came home and slept. I had called in because I did not want to get anyone else sick. My nursing home residents and staff would not have wanted what I had.
Well, he took some naps after coming home from work. Then his fever sky rocketed, he got the shakes. The shakes were like convulsions they were so strong. He wouldn't listen to be about a doc. I called a wonderful redheaded lady that is an RN that lives just a few blocks from me. She brought her thermometer and brought the manual cuff. I had an electric one, but gosh, she would never use that. Oh, and BTW if you are an adult without kids, own a thermometer for goodness sake. I sure didn't. In fact, my RN friend left hers with me for the future!
Anyway, she told him (just like I had) ER or a clinic. He chose the clinic. There were 30, count them, T-H-I-R-T-Y people in front of him. I filled his paperwork out sitting on the outside side walk next to a Mom with her sick teenager because we couldn't sit inside as all the seats were taken. We left our phone number with the clerk and picked up dog food, Poweraid, juice, and "get well people food". He stayed wrapped up in a quilt from Great Aunt.
When we returned we still had nine people in front of him. He decided to get out of the car for a call of nature. He could barely stand, almost screamed, and had to 'hobble' into the restroom inside the building.
At this point he had told me multiple times not to be the "health care, forceful provider". Hah! I went up to the window and waited. When the young brunette opened the window I stated: "You are going to see my husband, you are going to see him now. I know there are other sicker people in front of him, but he can barely stand he is in so much pain. You ARE going to see him now." I almost choked on the words as I began to cry. My husband never hurts.
They saw him within 2 minutes.
He was coming off the table he was in so much pain. They told him they were going to direct admit him to the hospital of our choice because he probably had a ruptured appendix and needed a CT within the hour. He refused; well duh; of course he did.
I had to explain that he would only be a direct admit to the ER if he did what the PA-C said. Notice, I explained it, not the clinical professional. He still refused. I told the guy I would drive him to Christus. He said he would call over so it would be a direct admit. We saw them for 60 seconds, maybe.
When got him to CSM the guy had NOT called. I argued to the clerk in blue scrub: "The XXX clinic said he needed in one hour as he had a ruptured appendix." They said they would call the clinic. They hadn't. I repeated myself and was and Advocate (xitch) for the love of my life. The clerk rolled his eyes and handed the admission sheet to an RN that I danced with when were children. She took this seriously and did everything should could. Awesome.
We were in the ER for a number of hours waiting on the CT, lab work, etc. The pain meds didn't work. They only brought him to a 9 when had been a 10+ pain. Then the doc came.
Surgery for a ruptured appendix with peritonitis at 9:10pm. While he was under I picked the Hubby's toothbrush, deodorant, etc. up. I was back within 20 minutes (that's stretching it). I then pounded on off buttons of annoying channels in the surgery waiting room. Why can't we have no TV in this space? Hello!?
He was out within 45 minutes and the surgeon told me he did well, yet the abdomen was very infected and we had to keep watch for sepsis.
Hubby was in the hospital for 9 midnights, 10 days. 10 bags of Zocin, 10 bags of Flagyl. Wow.
During these 10 days my good friends provided me with wonderful BBQ, Julie's Deli, Home Depot Christmas hats, and more prayer than I could imagine. Hubby and I love all of you!
We are 17 days out of surgery and there is still pain. Please continue to pray for the Hubs.
Love to all.
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