Hubby’s g-pa went back in the hospital this weekend. Doctors discovered he had a perforated colon, and it hadn’t happened recently. His abdominal cavity was full of toxins and infection. They did surgury Friday night and again Sunday morning. The family is not taking this news very easily. Our entire family was camped out at the hospital all weekend. We all took turns going home and driving in. The hospital is quite a way from home, so we are trying to share rides as often as possible.
Last night was pretty scary. Unstable blood pressure and lack of urine are 2 of the issues we were dealing with. He is still on the respirator and is agitated and restless. Really, can you blame him? The doctors are cautious to give him pain meds or meds to zonk him out because they mess with his blood pressure. Eventually there will come a time when his body will just give up. I just want him to be happy and comfortable and at peace.
Life at work has been rough too. Since our customer declared bankruptcy, all shit has hit the fan and it continues to fling. The shit never stops. Honestly, the constant drama and political games are enough to make a grown man cry.
* Big Sigh *
Needless to say, my life has been and continues to be a living hell. Do you think there is there a limit on the number of times you can pray for strength to get through the day? A wing and a prayer and a can of monster will get you anywhere…