Well...I have taken a break from the ole blogspot routine. Why? We are exhausted and I'm tapped out on funny. Trying to get through the days and nights. It has been an adjustment for the whole family. We still hear alarms in the middle of the night...except we have to deal with them ourselves. Groundhog day...Groundhog night. Clifford is quite relieved that we are home to save him from the inferno. That is bittersweet...the inferno...the sweet is that we are mostly inside running up our electric bill...the bitter...no swimmin : ( no tan : ( no Vitamin D : ( no socializing : (
As much as we would like to be on the patio at El Gabacho or floating in the pool with a cold PD...not happening. We avoided a readmission to the hospital yesterday. Although we had hoped never to see Forest Lane and 75 ever again...we raked up more toll fees to get there via Colleyville. We spent all day in the ER. Saw some old friends and met new ones. His follow up with Dr. Kim didn't go as planned. He didn't like what he saw on Robert's swallow study. Through much coaxing...2 nurses...2 physicians...and the CT girl Stephanie (who is sweet on Robert)...we came up with a contrast cocktail that wouldn't induce horrible nausea and vomiting for Babo. Who knew Rasberry Ice Crystal Light...would save him. The good news is the upper GI and CT showed no leak from his sleeve, stent was in place and no leak from J-tube. However, on 3 views there was free air in abdomen that shouldn't be there. The plan...readmission. ohhhhh....no. My medical brain kicked in with the strong willed support of Robert and had a candid conversation with Dr. Saed. There was no visible source for the air to be there. They wanted to observe and repeat the CT scan. We decided that Forest Park Medical Center didn't need to Babosit all weekend. So...he is NPO...nil per os...Latin for nothing by mouth...google is great....all weekend. Repeat CT scan on Monday to see if it is better...worse...same...etc.
So lastnight...I went to Tom Thumb to get refills on antibiotics and pain meds. I hear over the loud speaker..."Mrs. Walter please come to the pharmacy." "Um, Mrs. Jordan...please come to the pharmacy." I was welcomed by a jolly Brit--ish pharmacist. She wanted to know how he was doing...tolerating his medicine? Pain being managed? Prevacid working? Losing weight? Spirits? Lawsuit? Wow. Umm...I'm Jaime. Nice to meet you....and you are? She was quite entertaining and sweet...on Robert that is. I keep seeing this theme. : )
So I roamed the isles of Tom Thumb like I've never shopped before. I'm so sick in tired of fast food that I can't stand myself. Grocery shopping was such a relief. Apples and grapes and carrots oh my! Yet I still managed to come home with the necessities...cheese...dark chocolate...frozen pizza...and a bottle of Apothic Red...among other fun things like Listerine strips, Burts Bees, and an Ace Bandage. My purse is even more interesting. I'd kill it on Lets Make a Deal right now.
Some days are better than others. So call...write...text...email...airmail...visit. He would appreciate it, especially during the day when I'm at work (for those of you off or with a local lunch break). We are passing the time. Feeding. Flushing. Laughing. Cussing all the way. I think I rented every movie at Blockbuster lastnight. Lincoln Lawyer and Due Date down. I'm introducing him to shopping therapy today. I will let you know if it works. I can't believe he doesn't know what that is! Ranks up there with chocolate therapy...happy hour therapy...queso therapy...and family therapy!
--Jaime
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