Rainy day

Today...
Rainy, wet, and below freezing equals stay at home, girl. One injured person at a time.

It’s never easy to stay away. I called a few times. Miss Nurse was everything but nice.

‘Just calling to check on David.’  Speed racer reply, ’he’s on the trach collar, his vitals are fine...’and many other things that were just fine, but I couldn’t make most of it out because she was talking so fast. ‘We will call you if there’s a problem. Anything else???’

That was the first time I called.

The second time I called she was getting him ready to get a CT SCAN of his lungs for the pulmonary Doc.

‘My hands are full, I’m very busy, I’m getting him ready for a CT, I can’t talk.’

‘Ok. No problem.  I will call back.’  But WHAT; a CT Scan?  I knew it was going to happen....but it’s happening.

I knew it was going to happen. The Doc stopped me yesterday and said he was doing well but that his right lung collapsed again and the leaks aren’t repairing themselves.

Depending on what the CT reveals will depend on whether he has to have major or minor surgery to repair the leaks.  If it’s major, there will be a breathing set back.

It’s scary. And it wasn’t just raining outside today. There was a lot of rain going on in our little home as well. Melancholy faces and teary eyes.

 I’m here and he’s there. It’s hard enough not being able to talk to him while I’m away, we can’t even text. I give the nurses messages for him. ‘Tell him I love him and I will be there soon,’ and other short messages. Nothing complicated. Mostly I love you’s...

‘Did the nurse give you my message?’  He shakes his head no.

All nurses are not alike. Tomorrow he has Leigh. I know he will be in good hands.  When she’s there and I call, she is so pleasant and even steps in his room when she can and lets me say my love you’s. The nurses wear a phone necklace and the call is always on speaker so they can continue working while talking.

I don’t expect you to understand. I’m sure I sound neurotic.  And I am most likely repeating myself. We have been married for 24 years. We have never been apart any more than a few days at a time. But there’s texting; and FaceTime. It makes the separation easier.

He really is doing well. As of 3pm he was still on the trach collar. Phenomenal!  That’s well over 48 hours; almost 72. Whaaaaa???

Yay him!

So we wait, to hear the results. We wait...not really even painfully anymore. It’s beyond painful. It’s like we are stuck between the past and the present.

The clock ticks, but time seems so elusive.

I don’t have to ask you to pray. I know you will. And we are also beyond thankful for you.

Thank you is not enough, I know, but for lack of a more powerful word, thank you.

Shelli
XO