Mama Lama Here
I don't intend to whine...but maybe just to vent a little.
Today was hard. Two doctors appointments and an AA meeting for hubby. A lot for him with very little time to rest in between. He was tired, sure. But the HE is bad this week. He doesn't see Hep Dr until Monday and wish it was tomorrow.
The dermo this morning gave us two kinds of lotion for the dry dry skin he has on his legs, back and behind his ears. The ENT told him that the fish bowl feeling he gets in his head is likely from the HE as his ears and sinuses and down his throat all look normal. (Anyone know anything about a full feeling in ears and head with this ESLD thing?)
He keeps getting furious with his envornment: his bathrobe knocked his juice to the floor, his phone is a piece of junk and can't make calls, the stupid William Sonoma catalog was too slippery and made him drop all the mail in the parking lot outside the post office, and I TOOK the applesauce out of his lunch bag. (it was in there hiding behind the napkin and chocolate ensure, of course!)
I asked him if he could tell the difference between a good day and a bad day? He had no idea. I asked later him if he could tell that his speech was slurred and his gait crooked today? No, he could not. Today seemed like a normal day, he said, except I "started on him" as soon as I got up and that gave him a bad day. What happened? I asked. He couldn't remember.
Nothing happened. He was fine while I was in the shower. Then got off track when he spilled a glass of apple juice laced with lactulose in the kitchen. The poor man. 61. An athlete, a taker care of things person. A computer specialist who couldn't figure out how to get his jacket on today. A skiier, a golfer, a lover of music, a man who still reads 3 books a week and knows every Jeopardy Question...reduced to how many poops he had and how many pills he took!
I miss my Mike. I miss my life. This is so terribly sad...
ML