I should rename my blog,
"When It Rains It Pours".
And so it was a real pisser (sorry) of a week.
Monday......class for learning peritoneal dialysis.
Tuesday hubby wakes me up before
3am with a bloody nose.
He said he thought his nose was running and
when he turned on the light there was
blood all over his pillow.
No matter what I tried I just couldn't get it to stop.
By 3:30am we are in the ER.
2 hours later he was admitted to ICU.
I had to cancel day 2 of the classes and his
appointment for his first chemo.
Wednesday morning I stopped at the post office
on my way to the hospital. When I came out
my car was dead. I walk across the street to the
gas station and they give me a jump.
I make it a block away to the garage in another town,
stop for the red light and my car dies again.
Of course I am the first car at the light with traffic
backed up behind me.
I am directing traffic while trying to call the garage.
A cop shows up and he takes over.
My buddies at the garage show up and get my car
around the corner and to their shop.
They give me a loaner.
I make it to the hospital by 11am
at 1pm the doc says hubby can go home soon
as the ENT sees him. Seven hours later he shows up.
2 days in the hospital, 2 units of blood, 4 units of platelets,
a dose of IV iron and 3 does of IV antibiotics and we
come home. It is 9pm and we have to be up at 4am
for our trip to BG for his dialysis at 6am.
Classes were put on hold till this Monday,
starting chemo is put on hold till Tuesday.
We are at dialysis and the gal comes out and
tells me Baxter (the medical supply company) is
at our house, they have a delivery of all the supplies
we will be needing for the home dialysis, what should
she tell him? Oh just great!!!!!! No one called me,
I am 47 miles away at this point,
so I tell her to tell him to leave the stuff in the
back of hubby's truck.
We come home and about fell over!!!
The truck was piled with boxes, (no, I didn't get a picture
of me pulling my last hair from my head!).
So we unloaded 39 boxes off the truck to the front porch,
from there into the house, then back in the bedroom.
Our bedroom now resembles a warehouse.
The boxes are heavy and mind you, my hubby
just got out of the intensive care unit,
so yes, I did 85% of the lifting and hauling.
My sciatic nerve is killing me!!!
I am changing my name to JOB!