Update on the Beloved

While he is not out of the woods yet, he is improving.  His breathing is not labored noticeably, his fever, heart rate and respiratory rate (all previously seriously elevated) have dropped, his O2 sats, previously low, are now close to normal.  His kidney function numbers show improvement as well.   He looks more comfortable rather than agitated, and is getting some rest at last.  He even had a welcome treat,  a can of Glucerna nutritional supplement, which is the first thing he’s taken by mouth (except ice chips) since he was admitted.  I got a chance to speak with his doctor, and I was a bit reassured.   It is clear that there will likely be long term fallout from this episode.  I’m not sure Bob quite understands how sick he is, though he’s starting too.  That’s understandable; when you can’t breathe you don’t really pay much attention to anything else.  We are both very grateful for all the love, prayers and support people have given us.  Friends are a major blessing.

Today was Eric’s birthday. The poor kid had very little celebration, but was a good sport about it.  He had asked for bacon (BACON? says his vegan mom…) for a present, which I left for him in the fridge, along with a bonus of a pound of fresh chorizo from his favorite market.  He made a BMT (bacon, mushroom, tomato) sandwich, and shared with his little brother.  He spent the rest of the day being a good big brother. His grandmothers sent much appreciated gifts of phone minutes and cash.  I came home from the hospital so he could spend a little birthday time with his friends.

So how am I doing?  Mostly ok.  I’m exhausted; neither of us had slept for two nights before he went to the hospital, and haven’t got much since.  Maybe tonight, I hope, since it’s likely he’ll be a bit more alert tomorrow, so it’d be nice if I were functional.  Adrenaline helps; I managed for about two days with not a huge amount of pain; now that he’s improving my body is starting to hurt again.  When I left the hospital tonight, I was sorely tempted to hit Wendy’s for a big bag of fast food, but I managed to talk myself out of it, and went home to a veggie noodle bowl instead.  It really is rather amazing how stress affects my diet.

I was very touched by my sister in law’s offer to drop everything and come help if I needed her.  I know it’s trite, but it’s true, that when the shit hits the fan you find out where you stand with people.  I don’t have a huge number of friends and family, but the ones I do have are truly amazing, and I am so grateful.


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