Checking in with the latest;
Hubby is in a 'hold pattern' of recovery. He's not worse, he's not better. He's just hanging there.
I am, truthfully (you know me, I'm honest) getting really tired of it. The illness was long and hard and exhausting. The recovery is long and hard and exhausting. Is the end in sight? NOT yet.
Some days are better than others - for me. My attitude goes up and then down. Today it is down. I'm just so tired of not only handling every single detail of my life, the dogs life, the household and my business... but handling every detail of his life!
"Hubby, did you eat?" "Hubby, are you drinking fluids?" "Hubby, have you had a bowel movement?", "Hubby, do I need to go to the pharmacy for you?" Hubby, do you need something from the store?" .. etc etc etc...... ugh.
JoAnn had asked if he was still on all his fluid retention meds at the time of transplant and YES is the answer. He was taking every single pill - they had recently upped the dosages - because the fluids were not stopping. In fact the fluids were WORSE at the end. His lungs (his lung sac) were filling up with fluids, aslo. This had not happened in the beginning.
So - nothing was decreased or eliminated. He was taking handsful of pills even the day we got the call. (Actually, who knew the call was going to come that day? It was a total surprise to everyone... doctors and us)
Well this has to be quick because I have a FULL day ahead of me. You can't even imagine what I mean by that.
One of my clients asked me last week if I could successfully balance
1. my husband's recovery,
2. her account and
3. my entire household's responsibilties.
I told her, "Yes, and dont' worry. I give 100% to each"
She said, "Honey, that equals 300%"
I said, "Yeah, I know"