The sun hasn’t shone for more than a few minutes in so long. I’m so sick of it.
The days just all blend into each other into one grey mushy blah. Half the time I have no idea what day it actually is.
Yesterday (or today? I literally do not know) the doctors started Neil back on the IV antibiotics. Okay yeah, that was yesterday. They sent him for another ct scan. It showed that the old abcesses were still there, but not as big, but there are more abcesses than there used to be. Not super great. So he’s on IV antibiotics every 6 hours.
He wasn’t feeling too good this morning. More pain and more discomfort, but one of the nurses gave him fentanyl a couple times, and that sure cheered him up. I wished I could have some too. I still remember the good times I had with that stuff when I was in labor with Oliver.
The doctor today consulted the infectious diseases doctor. That guy came and said Neil will need to be on IV antibiotics for several WEEKS. Crap. But the good news is that because Neil has a PICC line he can come home and then maybe be on the home IV program, if they come out here, or otherwise go into somewhere in the city closer to us for a daily IV infusion. Or maybe I can just do it? Why not. Right now they’re just going to keep playing it by ear and see how each day goes. Probably a few more days in the hospital anyway.
I’m bummed about it, and I’m mad at Neil’s body for not cooperating. Honestly I had a crappy day. I’m just not feeling it anymore. I don’t want to drive that long drive to the hospital anymore, or sit in that hard chair, or listen to that chatty roommate, or leave my kids with someone besides me, or anything. I just want us all home, together. I’m getting cranky about it.
But the sun finally came out this evening, and it finally warmed up enough for the kids and I to run around and play and cheer Seth on at his soccer game. The sunshine and the fresh air is seriously good for the soul and I feel a little bit better. Neil is hanging in there like a trooper, patiently waiting for his body to heal up so that when he comes home he can STAY home.
I seriously hope that day is soon but I guess we’ll just wait and see. I find that part so hard! Where I work there’s a typical pattern, a normal “length of stay”, and sure, sometimes there are delays, but they’re usually things we see regularly and then we know how much longer patients might have to stick around for. On the surgery ward it’s all just wait and see, play it by ear, two steps forward one step back, and who the heck knows when anything will happen! So maddening for me!
But I know they know what they’re doing there; they’ve taken such exceptional care of Neil, and I know they’re all rooting for him to get home as soon as possible. So I’ll try to be patient too, even though that’s definitely not my strong suit.
For now I’m looking forward to what claims to be a beautiful forecast. I’m thankful for all of you out there who are praying for Neil and for the rest of us too. I’m sure that it’s because of you all that I haven’t lost my marbles just yet. (Ok besides that one day). AND I’m thankful that tomorrow’s a new day. And I’m thankful that one day this will all be a distant memory.