We had a restful and uneventful Thanksgiving. How about you?
Hubby, the guys and I ate turkey dinner early, and then they drove up to Denver for the football game. I brought Big Kid and Kitty dinner with all the fixin's at the care center.
The kid ate about half of his and conked out. ;-)
The stomach tube and pic line are coming out today or tomorrow. Joy!
The goal today (for me) is to get the boy into some underpants. Those gowns are way too short. Hubby has started referring to the kid as Fred Sanford, because he's still flashing all his junk around.
Some random thoughts from the past month:
I don't recommend the "Scared the sh*t outta me diet". I lost 10 pounds the first two weeks the Kid was sick, because everything tasted like ashes when I remembered to eat. Even worse is the "if you were any closer to death, you'd be dead diet". Big Kid has lost 40 pounds. He'd gained about 100 pounds as a side effect to depakote over the past few years, so he definitely had it to lose, but sheesh! What a way to lose it!
I'm never, ever going to be able to watch House, MD. again and give a little snicker when House treats the families of ill loved-ones facing death like chew toys. We had a taste of that. Not that this particular doctor had the malicious or perverse intent of being a total asshat, but his social skills lacked a certain something. So, as Hubby articulated---he wasn't quite a House, but more like a Bungalow. Although he was a brilliant doctor who helped save our boy's life, forever to us, he will be "Bungalow, M.D."
On Day 2 at the ICU, Hubby and I went into the family waiting room to unwind for a little while. I threw myself onto a loveseat, and Hubby sank into an armchair to the left of me. We were the only people in the room. A couple of minutes later the rocking chair to the right of me started rocking by itself. I was already at Defcon 1 on the terror scale, so it barely even registered. A little while later I asked Hubby if he had seen it, or if I was losing my mind. "I didn't want to say anything," he admitted. "You were already coming apart." We still have no idea WHAT in the heck that was.
People are kind. Many are virtual strangers and virtual friends (and virtual strangers who've become virtual friends). Being able to throw out my worst fears to the ether and ask for help and comfort in a world which is in the midst of chaos, and then have people extend to me a heartfelt lifeline is just incredible. You guys are incredible. You've helped keep me sane.
New day, new goals. Thanks for hanging in with us!