Things Happen: A favourite saying of mine as the news pours through in a torrent of uselessness and we are unable to make the world behave as we would see fit. But not writing has more to do with the fact that Paul is back in hospital after a relapse.
We talk on the phone several times a day, I go to visit, they are 'feeding him up', which means a nutritional tube down his throat, though he can also eat proper food as well. This illness hangs like a curtain, twitching to be put aside, and the doctors are all optimistic of course, as is Paul - but it drags down your soul with the worry and the wait.
At home, Lucy went into a three day panic mode, exhausting creature that she is but I have pottered in this hot weather, picking loads of beans, tiny sweet tomatoes, handfuls of sweet peas and not so good potatoes.
Paul has been so sweet, knowing how I also go into panic and worrying mode, the bond is strong, he may come home after the weekend, maybe even the weekend.
He recounted an incident in his ward yesterday, and this will give you some idea of what occasionally can happen in hospitals. A man was brought in with a wheelchair, he also had three burly security men with him. He lashed around, foul mouthed and then tried to throw his wheelchair out of the three storey window, luckily they took him away, do they have padded rooms in hospital?
But dwelling too much on ourselves is not good, 'Crossing Continents' yesterday featured a young man from Ghana, Azeteg, he went on a long journey across the Sahara as a migrant with just a hidden camera in his special glasses. He documented the absolute hell and nightmare of these poor people trying to escape poverty. It was a harrowing story
Not all doom and gloom I hope, typically Paul wants the family to arrange the transfer of some of his stuff (see YP shaking his head over that word) so, his valuable papers, silks, books and trays of insect/precious stones handed over to the British Museum. I had been nagging him to do it for months but still.....
Not all doom and gloom I hope, typically Paul wants the family to arrange the transfer of some of his stuff (see YP shaking his head over that word) so, his valuable papers, silks, books and trays of insect/precious stones handed over to the British Museum. I had been nagging him to do it for months but still.....
Sorry to hear about your husband, hope he gets home soon.
ReplyDeletePaul, as well as you, have been having such a difficult time and I am so sorry to read that he is back in the hospital. I hope he will be back home with you this weekend.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that Paul is back in hospital, but I hope this time they get his medication balanced (or whatever) so he stays out. You will be feeling hornswoggled by the stress of all this. He must be feeling a tad mortal though, if he is sending treasured things to the Museum. I know when we were at the last Antiques Fair and I was struggling with the heat/pollen/my breathing, that was scary enough . . . it brings you up short.
ReplyDeleteThe hospital ward sounds . . . well, he is certainly seeing Life in all its dimensions. I don't know about a padded cell, but am guessing a sharp needle of something did the trick . . .
Sorry Paul is poorly. Worry and panic mode is so tiring isn't it? I hope you get some peace from it soon and all is well again. Bev
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. Visited today, the doctor said he could be discharged today but then the dietician said no, so back to nutrition tube tonight. But with any luck he should be out on Monday.
ReplyDeleteIt is about an hour's drive, as I crossed the Howardian Hills down into the basin of Pickering Vale the rain came down with a vengeance but we only had one thunderstorm at the hospital.
I am sorry to hear that Paul is back in hospital. These are stressful times for you and for that reason Thelma - I will happily overlook your use of the term "stuff".
ReplyDeleteThinking of you both Thelma - Paul in his hospital bed and you trekking in the heat we had last week. Wonderful cooling rain today so at least no watering in the garden to add to your jobs. Hope all is well by next week.
ReplyDelete'The worry and the wait'--it seems that is what wears us down in so many of life's situations, wanting to believe that all will be well, yet that nagging doubt. I'm glad you have the garden; in spite of the heat wave there is something comforting and timeless about even a small harvest and plants to tend.
ReplyDeleteHoping your dear companion will be home and his improvement will be steady.
Thank you both, Sharon and Pat. As you say the worry and the wait is the horrible bit, one problem is that Paul doesn't like hospital food, and so the dietician says he must stay in over the weekend and take the artificial 'feeds' to strengthen him up. All he wants is to leave and come home, and on the way home stop in the countryside and smell the fresh air;)
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