I had such high hopes of getting some things accomplished today. The best laid plans of mice and men...... It started off well. We got ready - which is something that takes planning right now do to Bob's inability to do some things for himself. Like wash himself and get dressed. But it is getting better. I keep telling myself - over and over and over! It really is but it does seem slow and he gets a bit depressed too. So anyway, we got ready and went to both banks and then went to lunch at his favorite place. It's a locally owned diner near us. The food is good. So is the service.
After we had eaten and he was getting up from the table, he felt the tube and thought it was cold. He reached up and his shirt was wet! Huh?? So we went to the restroom to check it out. His shirt was wet; the ace bandage was soaked; and it was dripping down his side. I pulled my phone out as we went out the door and called the clinic. Got transferred to the on-call Resident. They took details and said they'd call back in 5. So we headed home. I took his shirt off and started checking things out - between grabbing paper towels and the towel on the counter. They called and we loaded the car for a quick - and fast- trip to Hershey. We had to get there before 4 because they close at 4. This was 3:05 and it's a 45 min trip by turnpike. So Ms A J Foyt put the petal to the metal and made it in 33 min but who's counting. I think Bob was, lol!!
We hauled a**** and I dropped him and his towel off at the door and searched for a parking spot and rannnnnnnnn all the way to bldg 4. Not a pretty sight. Got upstairs and they took him in. I think the nurse thought we were panicking until he got his shirt off and she saw the gauge pads I had taped to him to catch the drips. They were soaked. So was everything else. She said "Oh, I think the tube is clogged" and she proceeded to do some magic that unclogged it. All the while Bob was gripping my hand and it HURT. She was pulling on the tube a lot and he was breathing quickly. But it worked. And the swelling that had been building was gone in minutes.
When we got home and relaxed I had a large bowlful of ice cream. You see, Turkey Hill had a twofer this weekend. And ice cream is my downfall. I don't do it often but tonite I had earned it. So me and a big, honkin bowl of chocolate moose tracks sat in the big chair and cooled off. I knew I couldn't knit because I would just end up tearing it all out. So I ate ice cream.
So we will go back tomorrow for our regularly scheduled appt for a follow-up. Hopefully it will go well. At least I can drive calmly and normally. And maybe that tube will be out shortly. Life will be a little simpler but until he has full mobility back, it will go slower. And so must I.
Do the chores that need to be done. The rest can wait. He needs some company. So goodnite.
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