Where do I start this morning? It’s been a crazy weekend and it’s hard to keep things straight in my head – in part because I didn’t sleep for almost 48 hours and because Saturday night, late, I drove my husband to the hospital because he was trembling violently and spiking a fever over 103.7. Here is a little history. Over the last two weeks, we’ve had a couple of different kind of illnesses running through the family.
During the week of Thanksgiving, my sister-in-law, her children, my mother-in-law and more all suffered from a very bad stomach virus. In our household, the daughter endured a bad head cold here. So past week, it should hardly surprise anyone that we swapped – the stomach virus came to visit us and the head cold went over there.
My husband started experiencing the stomach virus symptoms late Wednesday into Thursday. I was just wrapping up my bout with it, but he was suffering more and more stomach pains and he spent the day doing nothing Friday, but unlike everyone else – he seemed to be getting worse and not better. By Saturday, he could hardly get out of bed.
Resisting & Resting
My daughter and I spent Saturday getting ready for her birthday party and decorating for Christmas. We kept checking on my husband, but he could hardly cope with the stomach pains and we weren’t sure if he overdid it on the medication or if he was just seriously hungry. By 8 in the evening, he was shaking violently and he couldn’t stop. I took his temperature and it was almost 104.
We were done, my mother-in-law was at the house and I put my husband in the car to go to the emergency room at the hospital. It took a while to bring his fever down to something controllable and he was still shaking. His abdominal pain was getting worse and they sent him for a CAT scan and four hours after we got to the hospital they made the determination – he was suffering from acute appendicitis and at 3:30 a.m. Sunday morning, they wheeled him in for surgery to remove it.
I was exhausted and after I knew he came through the surgery all right and was doing well, I drove home to sleep for forty minutes before my daughter bounced into the bedroom and asked where was her daddy. It’s Monday and my husband is still in the hospital. We’re not sure if he’s going to get to come home today or not – it could be tomorrow – but we’re hanging in there. At one point, doped on medication for the pain and just before they took him for surgery, my husband grabbed my hand and said “Thank you.”
I didn’t ask him for what. When he came out of the anesthesia and was coherent – I said Thank you to him too – because he was still with us and it may seem like a lot of angst for an appendix – but he’s the first person I’ve ever known who needed to have an emergency surgery to remove one and I’m glad he came through it and I’m glad that he’s on medication for the pain.
How was your weekend?
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