We have had a very stressful time these past three weeks with this week to beat all weeks.
My brother has ESRF and had been having some stomach trouble. He hasn't been able to keep food on his stomach for the past three weeks. (Did I mention he has a terrible doctor?)
He came to visit us last Saturday and was so sick. we managed to get him to go to the ER on Sunday. We had to get 911 to send an ambulance to take because he was too weak to walk to the car. He spent five days in the hospital with pancrititis and inflammed bowels. The stress of worrying over him was killing me.
Meanwhile my father throws his back out and I become my mother's driver to two doctor's visits and taking my SIL to visit my brother. I'm not used to being on the go so much.
When my brother came home yesterday they stayed until 3:30 today before having to travel to the other side of the state to their house. During that time he fell four times! Two getting out of bed and two sitting in chairs. We had to help him get up off the floor because he has arthritis in his shoulders and neck. He almost fell standing up in the kitchen when he raised his foot to shake out a cramp. I caught him in time.
Now I'm all keyed up from the stress and need a vent.