Yup, Doug and I like to do things in a big way. At the age of 32 my hubbie decided to have a stroke. This was so unusual that the doctor’s didn’t diagnose it until 8 hours after he had it. By then he had taken the wrong medication and any lasting effects couldn’t be reversed. Thankfully the lasting effects have diminished. Then 2 1/2 years ago I had surgery to remove my uterus AND 3 fibroids… one the size of a cantaloupe and 2 the size of oranges (the biggest my doc had seen). Nope, we don’t like to do things quiet and normal… we like to make it showy and big. Then a few weeks ago, Doug gets a pain in his ass (still a pain in my ass in other aspects though LOL). Within a week, the pain has gotten so bad that he can barely do anything around the house. Then this morning he doesn’t even make it to the bathroom and lands up lying on the floor in front of the toilet. We decide to call the ambulance after realizing he can’t make it back to bed. They show up and he is lying in the hallway of our bedroom and talking to the guys. We all were in decent spirits since what else can you do. They tried to get the gurney into the bedroom, but it wouldn’t make it around the counter, so I had to drag my poor husband from the bedroom and into the dining room. Yup, that was a sight I am sure, me pulling on my husbands arm to get him to the gurney so he could go to the hospital. Once in the dining room they got him onto the gurney and managed to get to the hospital. I followed a few minutes behind in the car.
We spent the wonderful sunny day in the hospital. If nothing else we enjoyed a lot of activity. I gather from comments from others that a sunny day, long weekend and that it was a sunday, brings out the nut bar’s in White Rock and EVERYONE wants to go to emergency. Actually Doug was stuck in the hallway in ER by the ambulance entrance… wow that was exciting. We get to know a few of those wonderful people (ambulance workers) because we saw them so often. At the end of our 7 hour ordeal, Doug had 20mg of Morphine, 2 Percocet and 1 other drug that I don’t remember the name of (also a CT Scan on a long weekend). He was finally able to leave in a wheel chair and go home to the comfort of his bed. Now I am trying to convince him to shuffle downstairs to watch the torch light parade. We will see how that goes. The Percocet seems to be working and while we wait for the MRI to be scheduled he will take the meds and hopefully the pain will subside a bit. We landed up getting a great orthopedic surgeon on our side, so I think we will have some good results through all this.
I am tired though… it’s been a long 3 weeks and I can’t manage it all. I have asked for help from our bible study group and they are stepping up to that call. I hired a cleaner to help around the house because I just can’t keep up with that either. I think the one thing that goes through my mind all the time is that I have done this all before. When Doug had his stroke I did everything too and in that case we lost our business because nobody could help us with all that needed to be helped with. I will be ok though, but right now I am just emotionally tired. It may look like I don’t have a lot of sympathy for Doug, but I do… I just can’t show it… I am tired (emotionally and physically) and just managing day to day. Once this is all over, I will perk up again and hopefully things will go back to normal. It may take awhile to get our lives back in order, but we are survivors. We have managed 23 years of marriage with lots thrown at us and we can take this too… we don’t do things in a small way… we do it GRAND!!!
Thanks everyone for the prayers,
written by the crazy red head (and tattooed one) in the family. Doug (the partial blonde) says HI too.