Spod phoned me this morning to tell me he felt just terrible. He is so nauseated all the time and in pain some of the time. I feel so helpless. I would do anything to help him feel better.
The medi van picked him up at nine and he was back by noon. I went over immediately and sat with him for the afternoon. It is going to be a week before we know what it is. But it isn't going to make much difference anyway. Its been made pretty clear there isn't much they will be able to do. They are making plans for his coming home.
A social worker came into the room and started the process. She had a load of questions, for example: Do you have animals? (yes, two dogs and a rabbit and yes we put the dogs away if a home nurse should come) Do you have guns? (Yes, tucked away…old hunting rifle, old rcmp pistol….no ammo and neither work) Will he have to go up or down stairs? (no) Do you have all the facilities, bathroom, kitchen, transportation? (No kitchen) WHAT??? And so it went.
Emily and Austin came out for dinner. We had a lovely time. Monte showed Austin the Bamfield picture album. Love the place but its hard to look at the pics without super missing it. Kev and Tandy went to see Spod again tonight and took the laptop and showed even more travel pics. He sooooo enjoys that.
There is a chance he could come home tomorrow…Friday at the latest. I must admit I am a little nervous. He is so deadly sick. I just can't fathom it. But we will lay him out in his armchair and he can watch the dismantling of the kitchen. He will enjoy the activity and it can't possibly be any louder than his room in the hospital is. And he doesn't eat so we don't really need a kitchen.
Well I am off to bed. Its late and Spod will be phoning early in the morning. TTYL
ps: I just finished this post and posted (I am now in edit) When I write and post I sit in the dark with only the tv on. So I finished up and shut my lap top. I heard a crunch. What??? So I opened up the lap top and turned the flashlight on my phone on. When I looked along the spine of the laptop, I saw I had crunched a giant icky fly, right down into the inside of this thing. Jeez!! I told you I hate maggots…for one reason only, they turn into flies!! Now I have to find something to fish the gushy damned thing out!
baahahahhhaaa! <--regarding the fly.
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