Tuesday, December 21, 2010
When my hubby had to go to the Emergency Room a week ago, and consequently have his galbladder taken out, he was discouraged when he came home and the scale read 230.6 -- which was just about what it was when I met him. All the temptations he had passed up, the exercising, just ALL OF IT -- seemed to have gone down the drain!
But I told him it was water weight, and once he was able to start moving around a bit it would start to come off fast. Of course he smiled, but I don't think he believed me. Today he got on the scale to read 218.6 -- wow! he's made it under the 220 mark, and able to fit into clothing that hasn't fit him since 2006!
Having a very sick wife and going through her subsequent death was very difficult for him, as it is for any man. Men -- unless they are natural born cooks -- simply look at the kitchen in despair, and usually settle for scrambled eggs and toast. So it was easy to see why his favorite spots were McDonalds and some of the others! Also easy to see why the scale kept going up - up - UP!
Hey! I think my guy's gonna look pretty spiffy for the wedding in 3 weeks!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
George got to come home -- in fact we've been home about 10 minutes and he's in the shower! I know what he means by that "wish for a hot shower" as the shower in the room dribbles out of the shower head, and it's not very warm either. I looked at it when I was there last month and thought to myself "How am I going to shampoo my hair in THAT??"
Another thing that happened this afternoon is that I went to see the Cardiologist and he said he wants to see me "once a year" and they will do an echo cardiogram each time, and -- who knows, maybe I'll never have to do the surgery thing! All good news!
So life is sort of back to normal now. George is dying for some solid food -- anything but the chicken broth they've been feeding him! So tonight's dinner is scrambled eggs with a tiny bit of minced ham for flavor. (lucky George!)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Just a month ago I found myself entering the doors of the EMERGENCY ROOM the term alone is enough to strike fear into the heart of big strong men! And I was quaking in my boots! Was I having a heart attack? Would I be home in my own bed tonight -- or could I be gone forever? Lots of thoughts race through your mind when you're scared.
Monday morning got up and decided to shower and dress up right away -- stay away from the computer for a change and go out and finish up my Christmas shopping! As I was busy blowing my hair dry, George appeared at the bathroom door. He looked dissheveled and tired and his words sent a chill up my spine. "I don't feel well at all . . . . . I think you'd better take me to ER," What guy will admit he needs to go to the doctor -- much less ER? He said he had diarrhea, vomiting and he was having difficulty breathing. So off we went -- this time for him instead of me.
About 2 hours later came the shocking news that they wanted him to 'spend the night." They thought he might have a gallstone blocking his pancreas. So instead of getting a quick fix, I found myself returning home to a big empty house -- alone. I now know how he felt while I was gone.
Today I spent much of the day as a Caregiver -- my usual Tuesday. But when my work day was finished I went home, walked my dog, did a few chores and headed for the hospital once again. This time the surgeon had been to visit George -- but it was more bad news. He might not be coming home until SUNDAY! Apparently they are trying to calm his pancreas down so they can operate on the gallbladder, and are also checking on a couple strains of bacteria they are suspecting. So it goes on. And is there anything more boring than being in the hospital when you aren't deathly sick? NO! To top it off he's not allowed to eat or drink any thing at all -- all his nourishment is flowing into his arm via that little needle. All I can say is:
"What a way to lose weight!"
The silver lining in all of this? It's for my dog; while George is gone, I'm letting Amber sleep with me. She's in 7th Heaven! lol
Sunday, December 12, 2010
OK, I was a little stressed getting ready for our "Open House" party -- I love having parties, but not knowing how many people to expect can be stressful, because who wants to eat party food for a week afterward? But the day and hour finally arrived, I was tired but happy that people DID SHOW UP! I think as I went around the neighborhood passing out invitations that most of the people I spoke with personally (those who were home) did come over. . . . maybe 30 to 35 people. And that's a pretty good turn-out with no more notice than most of the people had. SO I THINK I'LL DO IT AGAIN NEXT YEAR!
Unfortunately, because I was over-tired or because the food was higher fat than my body is used to I was sick, sick, SICK ALL OF THE NEXT DAY. I fell into bed exhausted about 9:00 and slept until about 11:00. Then I started with the all too familiar bathroom trot, or whatever you might wish to call it. I didn't keep track of the trips, because when I'm creating memories I like them to be happy ones! But my guess is close to 30 -- I should have had my pedometer on, right? Probably lost out on 1000 steps right there! GROAN!
S0 after sleeping something like 14 hours all day Saturday, did I sleep Saturday night? You betcha! My BF says he's never seen anyone do that before. He checked on me about every hour or so to make sure I was still alive. lol And he laughed when I got up Sunday morning and he said I seemed very quiet and calm -- but by afternoon I was back to my usual -- and we won't go there!
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