The phone rang at 8:30 AM, and checking the caller ID prior to answering (I always do that, too many unwanted calls from solicitors) I recognized the number was from the nursing facility where my sweetie is residing. You know that pit that you get in your stomach when you know this might not be a call you want to receive, well that instinct was right. The caller said that my sweetie had suffered a seizure and they were sending him to the hospital. WHAT??!! A seizure, never has happened before.
So without going into any of the details, brain scan was fine, blood work was fine, but he is in the hospital because he has would you believe it....another Urinary Tract Infection. Now a UTI literally wipes my sweetie out, it has devastating effects on him, as well as many other elderly people, especially Dementia patients. The Emergency Room Dr. suspects that he may not have had a seizure, but a reaction to the UTI. But back in the hospital he is, confused, agitated and obviously uncomfortable.
I left the hospital after the diagnosis and while he was waiting to be transferred to a room, I went to Trader Joe's to buy all those extremely, delightful, delicious, and tempting goodies they always have during the holidays to delight my family on Thanksgiving. Everyone else must have had the same idea, because the aisle were jammed. Back home and after emptying the bags of groceries, I called to find out if my sweetie had been assigned a room, yep, just left.
OK finish making out grocery list for final trimmings and eating a very late lunch on the run, I was off to the hospital, finding him still agitated. I was there to feed him, and spend time with him, talking to the nurses, asking if maybe they could give him a little something to calm him down until the medicine kicks in to relieve some of his discomfort. Done....now I am off for that second trip to the grocery store.
Oh brother, by the time I arrived home, emptied the car, put everything away, I was EXHAUSTED, crying exhausted, waves of weariness washed over me. Do you ever get that way, just so dang tired and overwrought with things that crash into your heart that you just cry? I know he will be well taken care of, it is just so difficult to see him when he is in such discomfort and not understanding what's going on.
I fixed a cup of coffee, heated up a chocolate donut (chocolate has a way of making things seem better) sat in my "hush harbor chair" with both kids on my lap (now that is no small feat since Toby is a little large for my lap) both giving me the lovin' I needed at that moment.
All shall be well
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well
And yes, the sun does come up every day, with new possibilities both good & not so good, but life does go on, and I take it one step at a time....for that I am grateful.
Until next time....