The hubby came home a few days after Christmas. He was high as a kite. When he was coming down from it, he was "as giddy as a school boy". We opened gifts because he wanted to, however, he was soooo high from the after effects of 8 days on pain meds he only remembers part of it.
The hubby is having lots of follow-ups for his medication. He has a lab test at least once a week to monitor the coagulation of his blood.
As we rounded the corner into the year 2013 he could have gone back into the hospital for the third time as a flare up of the C-Diff appeared. While waiting on test results the hubs took Flagyl prophylacticly.
Slowly, he went back to work at the home depot. He was told they needed help in garden and that he would run his department and garden. So much for slow.
He had a nose bleed. Just the thing to have on an anti-coagulant for a PE while having C-Diff. No bleeding allowed, yet, um....he does.
The hubs feels stronger every day, yet he still hurts, feet feel bruised, and is still waiting on his body to function like normal and feel normal. At least this weekend he has been able to come home to yummy lunches made by the Wif.
Love my honey, love taking care of him, and ready for God to make him well and whole again. So, 2013, welcome to the McDaniel household that is only focused on the hubby's wellness and strength.
~A~
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
The Ruptured Christmas
Christmas has come and gone and the hubby was still not home. He spent Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Christmas night in the hospital.
My beautiful family voted to wait to open presents till the next night as the MD told him he could leave on the 25th or the 26th and he said he wanted to stay till the 26th because he wanted to be "sure" he would not be back.
All is well with this decision until the new hospitalist decided he would round at 5pm on the 26th. He then told my husband he will have to be on coumadin the rest of his life...probably...and needs genetic testing! What????? You should have seen the hubby's text to me on this one!
Text? huh? don't you live at the hospital?
Well, when I can, I still have to work, eat, and sleep (thank goodness for Unisom this go round). So, I was at home enjoying the snow and prepping for Christmas presents without my husband for my fabulously adorable Nephew E.
So we had a partial Christmas opening without my beloved. No worries...I emailed him multiple photos of E opening and such. He loved them.
So, the night of the 26th he had an abdominal ultrasound and a should x-ray series. I arrive the morning of the 27th prior to work and both are clear and his INR is within therapeutic range.
While at work I receive the text I have been praying for. "Going home, doctor released me." I fly from DeKalb to Texarkana. Which is about thirty minutes instead of 45 to an hour! I was careful, I promise!
We then park it for about an hour and a half.
After getting him settled a friend stops by with his favorite soda and treats. What a great man he is. Another friend left a bottle of bubbly on our front stoop!
My parents came as the hubs was coming down from his hospital drug high. The hubby wanted to open gifts! Though he was exhausted and we all did this slowly I think he enjoyed himself during that hour. After, he collapsed in a deep sleep and is still in it. Exactly where he should be; the dream land in his own chair, with his fireplace roaring, and his two dogs laying by his side protecting him.
Thank God for good family, friends, and sisterhoods.
A
My beautiful family voted to wait to open presents till the next night as the MD told him he could leave on the 25th or the 26th and he said he wanted to stay till the 26th because he wanted to be "sure" he would not be back.
All is well with this decision until the new hospitalist decided he would round at 5pm on the 26th. He then told my husband he will have to be on coumadin the rest of his life...probably...and needs genetic testing! What????? You should have seen the hubby's text to me on this one!
Text? huh? don't you live at the hospital?
Well, when I can, I still have to work, eat, and sleep (thank goodness for Unisom this go round). So, I was at home enjoying the snow and prepping for Christmas presents without my husband for my fabulously adorable Nephew E.
So we had a partial Christmas opening without my beloved. No worries...I emailed him multiple photos of E opening and such. He loved them.
So, the night of the 26th he had an abdominal ultrasound and a should x-ray series. I arrive the morning of the 27th prior to work and both are clear and his INR is within therapeutic range.
While at work I receive the text I have been praying for. "Going home, doctor released me." I fly from DeKalb to Texarkana. Which is about thirty minutes instead of 45 to an hour! I was careful, I promise!
We then park it for about an hour and a half.
After getting him settled a friend stops by with his favorite soda and treats. What a great man he is. Another friend left a bottle of bubbly on our front stoop!
My parents came as the hubs was coming down from his hospital drug high. The hubby wanted to open gifts! Though he was exhausted and we all did this slowly I think he enjoyed himself during that hour. After, he collapsed in a deep sleep and is still in it. Exactly where he should be; the dream land in his own chair, with his fireplace roaring, and his two dogs laying by his side protecting him.
Thank God for good family, friends, and sisterhoods.
A
Sunday, December 23, 2012
my honey
Today I walk into my honey's hospital room and there are more concerns. His lung has partially collapsed.
After all of this I recognize how much I love my husband. I always have loved him and he knew it. I handed him my heart in high school. We never did the on again/ off again dating like other high school kids. We were always solid. Still are.
The missing of things is hard.
I miss his silly sore, his warmth in bed beside me, the dirty socks all around the floor, and the way the dogs run through the house to greet him.
I miss his ice cold feet on my leg when lying in bed, the scent of his hair, the silly back and forth of when we are both trying to cook, and the way he scrolls through Netflix for 'hours' when it is really only minutes.
I miss hearing him call my silly woman, the feel of his hand holding mine with strength, the joy in his laugh, the groan when he hears Christmas music, and the all of the everyday little things that make our marriage what it is.
Right now I am honoring my vow of through sickness and health, through better or for worse. I don't mind it. I like being there for him. I HATE that he is sick and hurting. I just want to make it better and I can't.
He will be home and well soon. Soon is in God's time. That I must remember. This is all in God's hands. This does not negate that I should advocate for him, help the honey up and down, walk him through the hospital, leave him to the quite of a room for a time, etc.
Right now, I have learned, that I am all he wants. He likes it when I am with him and he always wants my hugs. Apparently, I am the best thing since sliced bread. i can handle that happily.
However, he also wants me to come home and rest. He is right, but it is so hard.
So, in summary, I love him, he loves me, we miss each other, and all in God's time.
xox
After all of this I recognize how much I love my husband. I always have loved him and he knew it. I handed him my heart in high school. We never did the on again/ off again dating like other high school kids. We were always solid. Still are.
The missing of things is hard.
I miss his silly sore, his warmth in bed beside me, the dirty socks all around the floor, and the way the dogs run through the house to greet him.
I miss his ice cold feet on my leg when lying in bed, the scent of his hair, the silly back and forth of when we are both trying to cook, and the way he scrolls through Netflix for 'hours' when it is really only minutes.
I miss hearing him call my silly woman, the feel of his hand holding mine with strength, the joy in his laugh, the groan when he hears Christmas music, and the all of the everyday little things that make our marriage what it is.
Right now I am honoring my vow of through sickness and health, through better or for worse. I don't mind it. I like being there for him. I HATE that he is sick and hurting. I just want to make it better and I can't.
He will be home and well soon. Soon is in God's time. That I must remember. This is all in God's hands. This does not negate that I should advocate for him, help the honey up and down, walk him through the hospital, leave him to the quite of a room for a time, etc.
Right now, I have learned, that I am all he wants. He likes it when I am with him and he always wants my hugs. Apparently, I am the best thing since sliced bread. i can handle that happily.
However, he also wants me to come home and rest. He is right, but it is so hard.
So, in summary, I love him, he loves me, we miss each other, and all in God's time.
xox
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