He's Home from the Hospital
He's feeling 'mostly better'. He had not asked for any pain relief in about 48 hours, and the last scope (the super-fun scope of the lower intestine) came back 'clear'. So, he's home. If the pain comes back there are some other tests they can do - but, as of right now, they are diagnosing this a "viral". (Complicated by the start of two ulcers which they are now treating with Prilosec and will treat with antibiotics if the biopsy of the ulcers comes back as positive for something called H. Pillori (sp?). They have also diagnosed him with IBS, but, I guess they think there was something viral involved to make this awful pain last for two weeks and be so severe.)
I am so very relieved that the tests for many of the very, very awful things came back as negative. We are actually still waiting on a test for e.coli and a test for something called Acute Intermittent Prophyia, which I found on the Internet by googling "acute abdominal pain" and "nausea" and "hot bath". (Husband kept saying the only place he felt better was in a really hot bath, which, if you know Husband, you know is CRAZY TALK for him. That's why I googled it.) Evidently, they are only testing because I asked about it (well, and the GI doc said "it's not an insane idea, only extremely unlikely.") But, basically, they are only testing because I asked about it, I suspect that there are probably notes all over his file that say, "wife is insane and paranoid and a LAWYER." Doctors hate a paranoid attorney, right?)
I am just hoping and praying that he is getting over what ever awful thing this was. He was so sick, and it was very, very scary.
Nothing in my life has felt normal for two weeks. There are so many things I don't know how to take care of - the pool, the lawn, myself (I think I put food in my mouth mostly only if my mom or aunt or grandmother put it in front of me and said, "eat this.") (I did, at my mother's direction, drive to the Thai takeout place and pickup Pad Thai for us, but, it was under her marching orders, you know?). I couldn't even figure out how to make coffee in the coffee pot I bought Husband for Father's Day LAST YEAR. (The man has made coffee for me every morning for 13 years...and the absence of that bit of normalcy really hit me hard, and deeply. I don't know why, but, with so many things not feeling right or normal, the fact that I didn't have coffee, not just coffee, but, HUSBAND'S coffee, made by HIM, for US, made me despondent. Does that make sense?)
Anyway, Husband is home, the kids are back (my brothers and sisters took them camping in Indiana, thank you very very much, life-saving brothers and sisters), and I'm hoping for an uneventful week.