Life right now fluctuates between feeling normal, extremely stressful situations and even some moments of true happiness.
I'll start with the normal stuff: Hubby bowled with the boys in their league Thursday night for the first tie since before he went to the hospital in early February. it was so nice to have him doing something normal, and I know he wanted to try it, even though he was a little leery of disturbing that catheter tube that goes into his bladder through a hole in his tummy. But he bowled, and he bowled really well, he had over a 600 series, which if you bowl, you know that means he averaged over 200 for each of the three games. Not bad, for an old, sick guy, who hadn't bowled in over 6 weeks! I was so proud of him.
As I mentioned his catheter had plugged Mon. morning at work. He came home at lunchtime and got it unplugged himself. I think, we should have gone to see the doctor then, but he is still avoiding going to the doctor whenever he can.
After bowling he disappeared into the men's restroom for way too long. I worried. Finally he came out and I asked him if he was okay. "I'm fine," he told me, so we headed to Olive Garden, where we met our family for dinner after bowling, as is our tradition. As soon as we got there, once again, he disappeared into the bathroom and was gone for a long time. When he came back, once again I asked, "Are you alright?' He said, "Yes," and we ate our salads. But when his dinner arrived, he took a few bites and went back to the bathroom. By that time I knew he was NOT fine and when he finally came back I said "We need to go," and handed our youngest son money for our dinner bill.
I asked if we needed to stop at the ER on the way home, guessing by now that his problem was once again a plugged catheter. "No," he said. "I just want to go home." At home, he worked and worked, even requesting a wire from the shed to try to get that catheter going again. I knew that was not a good idea and again begged him to let me take him to the ER. Finally, after his efforts failed, he agreed, and off we went.
In the ER, they took an ultrasound to see if the bladder was full before they would do anything else. Then they tried to irrigate the catheter, but it didn't work. The plug was in the cord that was inside of him, evidently, so they had to call his doctor and get permission to put in a new tube. Of course that took time and hubby had not urinated in a long time at this point and was so terribly uncomfortable. When the on-call urologist from his doctor's office said, "Go ahead," they of course had to wait for a tube to arrive from supply. It took forever. Hubby was miserable. He paced in the small ER room, around and around the gurney he paced, and I too was miserable, sick inside, knowing how uncomfortable he was and unable to help him. Finally an older lady came down (I was looking through the curtains as hubby paced--hoping to see that tube delivered SOON!) and brought the tube we needed. Of course as soon as they pulled out the old tube, pee gushed out of the hole in his belly. They apologized, because of course pee was everywhere, even though they were trying to soak it up. But it also was providing immediate relief, which was a Godsend. They had to wait for the bladder to empty and quit spewing out the hole, so they could dry it off, and sterilize it before putting in the new tube, and I'm thinking, "So why didn't they take out the damned tube while we were waiting for the new one? It certainly would have given hubby some much needed relief!" But what do I know? Next time....if it happens again....we will sure offer that advice to the health care "professionals."
We didn't get home until about 2 a.m., but hubby got up before 6 and was at work by 7:30 as usual. He put in a full day and even met me for lunch, as we do on Fridays.
Doesn't he look tired? He was!
We are invited to oldest son and daughter-in-law's tonight for dinner. That is an "UP" for us. We don't get invited there often, but it is always a special time when the family gets together anywhere and even more special for me, when I don't have to do the cooking and cleaning up! I asked son what I could bring and he said, "Frozen Fruit Salad." Well, that is fine, and I wanted to please him (I'm a people pleaser from way back), so I said sure, knowing I would need to get the ingredients for it at the grocery store and make it Friday night, (he told me this about 7:30 Friday night!), so it would be frozen by dinner time Saturday night. About 10:30 last night, Lola & I headed to the grocery store, and I spent the next couple hours making frozen fruit salad (which is delicious--but very involved--and not as low-cal as you would think a "fruit" salad should be), and cleaning up. So I had two late nights in a row, but that's okay, because I can sleep until 9 a.m. if I want--and I did!
Thursday night, while hubby was bowling, I was at Dance Class with my granddaughters. They are such a delight.
It's exhausting....but I enjoy my time with these little girls. We don't have dance class next week, due to Spring break, and then hubby & I will be gone for the next two weeks, so I won't be taking them to dance class for a while. I will miss it and them.
Ups, Downs and In Betweens of my life!