Think kind thoughts for my hubby…
I'm cross posting this, so if you're reading a duplicate, my apologies. Last week, my husband collasped outside of work and had to be taken to the hospital. He told me not to worry, that he was fine, and they just wanted to run some tests. Hours later he called back, and no worries, he's fine, but the doctors just performed a leeettle surgery to install a shunt in his heart. Also, he wouldn't be able to come home until next Wednesday because the doctors wanted to run more test to see if a second shunt was needed.
On Saturday he was moved out of intensive therapy, our version of ICU, and into a shared room with another patient. Hubby saw this as a good sign, and once again, he said he felt fine. I went to see him on Sunday, and he was taking calls from work and bouncing around the room to give us the full tour. So yeah, that gave me hope that I'd been worrying over nothing. Well today he called, and the doctors aren't convinced he's fine. They want to install the other shut and run more tests. So hubby won't be coming home this week, and he might not be back next week either.
Hubby is an Atheist, so prayers are kinda not kosher. (I don't think he'd really care one way or the other.) But if you could, try and think some positive thoughts for him. And also, if I seem a bit randoms or catty out of the blue, try to forgive me. I'm having a bit of a rough time dealing with this. Hubby is my only connection to the world around me, and I have trouble caring for myself when he goes out of town for four days on a sales convention. He's been gone a week, and things are falling apart fast here, myself included. The house is so cold I have to stay in my room to conserve heat, or wear three layers of clothes just for a walk to the bathroom. I can't really cook full meals, so I'm eating junk food and snacks. Which is probably also part of the reason why I'm having such terrible problems with my MS. But then again, with all this added stress of worrying over hubby, I'd still be fucked even if the weather was warm and I was eating properly. Since I'm not and it's the dead of Winter, I'm triply fucked.
I am not an Atheist, and so you can direct all prayers this way, please. And once again, sorry if I get weird on you in the coming days. Really, I have good reasons to be losing my shit.
