Diario de FullaBella, 23 oct. 13

Finally moved to ICU after six hours in ER. Either the ativan shot whacked the heck out of him or the pharmacy injected Wild Turkey by mistake. Or... his decision to 'go to the hospital ' was just a few hours before CO2 poisoning finally elevated resulting in confusion and disorientation.

So as I am notorious for journaling honesty I'll confess I was not distraught anticipating the evening at home alone. Watching his condition worsen for a week has been water torture. Drip, drip, drip.

Nor was I disappointed to phone the trade show promoter to cancel this upcoming weekend. I wasn't really looking forward to it that much but if history repeats DH will likely come home with IV therapy for a week so I'll have my hands full.

Tongue in cheek - you gotta hand it to our government. In 2007 when he required 4 weeks of IVT it was mandatory it be administered 'in patient'. I can still hear the physician's tone when he snorted 'Bell, I realize you have an inflated sense of your medical skills but you are NOT a Registered Nurse - the minimum license required to perform this treatment.'

Now though - thanks to medical reform (aka 'less and less is covered... you sick folk need to learn to sink or swim) I CAN perform that treatment on him here at home. Amazing huh?

Sometimes I think he confuses the hospital with the Hyatt. Makes sense as this is the only place he goes that isn't 'home' anymore. At one point last night as he was complaining I responded 'I'll get the concierge ... er.. ahh... Nurse.'

No breakfast or lunch yesterday. No emotional eating or rationalized compromises. I have learned 'I won't really starve' and 'chaos doesn't need help by punishing my health '. Late afternoon meal when I came home to get a break & check on Mushy was a delicious lambchop (left over from Monday's lunch) and vegetable stew from Sunday. Even later dinner when I returned from the ICU was a homemade bacon, egg, cheese burrito with yogurt (instead of sour cream) .

It's quiet here (home). No AC running at a frigid 66 degrees. No oxygen concentrator cranking continually. And... no TV esp FOX news with their rant for the day. Just the endearing sounds of Mushy snoring on the bed.

And another day begins. Hope you all have a good one.

Bells