Poor Spoddy was very very cranky tonight. The poor guy had a tube coming out of his gut and it was totally hurting. He couldn't lay down and he was so tired he was cross eyed. It didn't matter what I did he didn't like it and if looks and voice could kill I would be dead. I finally went and got a nurse to deal with it and all ended well. They drained more than seven litres this time. He is in so much pain.
I am really excited to bring him home but at the same time I am so worried that I won't be up to it. If his pain gets really really bad I don't know what to do. Tonight the nurse changed his patch to a much stronger one and gave him three dilaudid on top of that. Even the nurse commented on his incredibly mad looking face. I think he his getting very very weary of this whole road he must travel.
Today was a long day…for all of us. I took off early this morning to Home Depot and bought 62 square feet of perfect tile for the kitchen. I took care of business and at one o'clock the junk guys came and completely cleaned up the front yard. It always feels so good to get rid of stuff! Aryn and Bradley created magic…in my new kitchen. Those two kids work sooooo hard. They work flat out at a hundred miles an hour, nattering away at each other, working so well together. The kitchen is half done now and they left it usable which is awesome!
Tonight after leaving Spod we went to the Log House Pub just below us here for dinner. It just happened to be karaoke night. So as the host is setting it up I took a gander around the room and thought there is no way in hell is he going to get any takers. First of all there were only three full tables of people in a room of twenty tables. And…they were all older dudes….sixties types that looked like they should be out fishing or maybe from Alberta (LOL!!) So the host sang the first song and we all sang along, clapping hands and I have to admit he was good. Then came that moment….who's next?
I couldn't believe it…a herd of old geezers stepped up!!! For the next hour we had such a great time listening to one after the other sing a myriad of country mixed with oldies. What a fantastic way to end the day. A little lightheartedness in the midst of sad…and some really bad singing. Nothing beats listening to a bad old dude singing "Peaches". Look up the lyrics. Seriously. Look it up. You will see just what I am talking about.
Well its off to chair. My heads a bobbin' and my mouth gets to talkin' and I might say things I shouldn't!! TTYL
We are so sorry he has to suffer so much..:-(. Really, deep down sorry. You mixed feelings about bringing him home are completely understandable. It would be scary worrying that you will not be able o make him comfortable enough. All in though, being at home with you will do so much for his soul. And you are an amazing person. You can probably care for him as no one else can.
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