No kidding (sarcasm at its finest!) Sitting in a hospital room is certainly not what I have ever anticipated for my birthday. However, I am not surprised because my dad has historically had his major heart surgeries around Thanksgiving. My family has enjoyed several Thanksgiving meals in hospital cafeterias. Anyway, I digress. As usual.
The hospitalist who began his work week today finally understood about Sam's pain meds schedule and got things adjusted accordingly. The weekend staff chose not to listen to what Sam said about his routine and attempted to wean him off of some of his meds. Oh boy. I am proud to admit I stayed quite calm during that discussion this morning. His pain level, though, is continuing to fluctuate and he began complaining about the right side of his chest again late this afternoon as well as his right leg earlier today.
When I returned from lunch at the office, the social worker was here. Caught me by surprise but her role is to help make sure Sam has what he needs when he gets home. She is supposed to work with the VA on all kinds of things from a personal assistant (hey, I need one of those too!), a walk-in bathtub and a variety of other things. We will see how that plays out.
Tonight his color is good and mood is ok. His left leg is still quite swollen and his right leg is now starting to look that way as well. Not good. Sam's trying to walk using a walker but putting any weight on his left leg is completely impossible as of right now. He needs to walk in order to get his circulation going. Just a vicious cycle.
So...we are still here.
For everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday today (as well as called...Mom & Dad, Virgil & Mary), thank you so much. Made the day much more enjoyable.
q'ua
