The suspense of not knowing what to expect when I visit Truett has been exhausting. At first he was in his hospital bed with drips dripping away. Five fractured ribs( in two places each) and a collapsed lung.
Then, before I knew it, Truett had tubes in every place the doctors could put one, except the ears. (But then I wonder if the hearing aid isn't somewhat like a tube? After all, it is semi inserted into the ear) .
After that Truett was put on life support because he just couldn't breathe like the doctors wanted. Next, a bacterial infection was spotted in his blood stream. Then a touch of MRSA. Sunday when Tina and Merry Jennifer and I visited Truett, we donned our yellow gowns and masks. At one point I realized we looked like Easter Peeps! We fully had intentions of having our photo taken, but the conversations changed.
Last night after Mom and I ate Hamburger Helper, (the original), I broke down. "I don't want to be a care-giver!" I wailed. "I don't want to worry about you, Mom! It's just too much! I want my husband back!" My dear, sweet 88-year old mother understood my breakdown. She told me I have to just do that ever so ofter so I can climb the mountain again. (She didn't actually say that. It just popped into my mind right now; but I know she thought this.)
Anyway, today when I visited Truett, his nurse said they were moving him to the Fifth floor at Shands Cancer building. . . out of ICU. And I took a breath. Things are looking up. The next step will be to find a rehabilation facility before he comes home.
I just want to thank all of you for your prayers. They have been working!
P.S., I'm still a little concerned when Truett says he saw a rat in his room. But, I'm blaming that on the morphine!
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