Playing “Catch Up”
I called home…several times a day over several days. Hubby got sicker. Hubby felt better. They could hang on until I got home. They were beginning to panic.
I caught a flight and went home. Hubby ended up getting better, getting worse, ending up in the hospital for a week. He lost 30 pounds over a 3 week period, nearly had his kidneys in failure, got to ride in the ambulance in the middle of the night when his BP spiked for unknown reasons, and I felt like a dog for leaving in the first place.
Flash forward to now:
He’s gained back 20 of the 30 pounds he lost. He’s back at work nearly full time. He feels good. He’s walking on the treadmill every day. He’s had lots of tests, and a few more scheduled.
I’m planning my return to Ireland.
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