My husband has been doing more than the doctor has asked as far as doing NOTHING. Where the doctor said it was okay to take meals on the porch in the cooler evening air and to be up to 'shower', I have made my husband stay in bed for everything but the bathroom and he took his first hot bath in YEARS yesterday because I wouldn't let him shower for fear it would hit his eye. I even make him brush his teeth in bed.
But, that didn't stop his eye from having more bleeding. Today we went to the eye doctor for his recheck and I was so excited as the assistant turned out a light, had him cover his good eye and waved her hand in front of his right eye. He could see the movement. That was AWESOME.
What was not awesome was when the eye specialist came in, looked in his eye and told us there is a fresh layer of blood on top of the old layer.
She wanted to hospitalize him, but found out he would not have a private room. That meant the possibility of a bad stay like his observation stay following his surgery which would do nothing for keeping his blood pressure down. So, she sent him home with me. Increased some of the dosing instructions for the drops and I stopped at the pharmacy today to pick up a bottle which will allow him to not having to get up to go to the bathroom. I'm serious about him staying in bed.
Our next appointment is tomorrow at 11.
The doctor told us today that we may have to have another surgery performed and if his eye goes all crazy again with another hyphema, he'll be sent to Columbus to The Ohio State University for their doctors to take care of things.
So nerve wracking.
I prefer one crisis at a time. Between this and all the drama it creates and M3 and her full set of luggage, I'm...I don't even have a word. I've gained back the weight I lost before my husband came home and that's depressing in and of itself. You'd think with as little as I'm eating and as many times as I'm up and down the damned steps in a day, I'd have lost, rather than gained, weight. But, lucky me--stress keeps me fat rather than making me become skinny. What great genes I have.
The one thing I will say--the quiet in this house has been amazing. I don't know what I would have done if the kids had been here. I'm sure we'll be in this same resting-keep-it-quiet boat next week when they return and I think a little chair in the backyard that I can see from the kitchen window will likely be in order. Just sit still and shut it. Easy enough. If you can't stay quiet in the house, you'll just have to spend your time out of doors. Easy peasy.