Joan on the Road...of Life

I'm sounding like a broken record. Harry had surgery 27 days ago."Oh, you'll be home in a couple of days," the doc said. Yeah, Right!!! Last night we got a phone call at 3:22 AM that he was being moved to ICU because his blood pressure had dropped precipitiously. So Jim was at the hospital at 5 AM and stayed all day trying to catch all the doctors and find out what's going on.

After getting oxygen and two units of blood, Harry looks a little better. But if I were trend charting this the line would be going down. He's not getting better, at least that we can see or he can feel. The doctors seem to be at their wits end to figure out what to do. Today his primary care doctor recommended that he be transferred to a "tertiary" or teaching hospital where he would have on-call doctors and top line care. So we are contemplating that.

Finally, someone at the hospital came by today and said, "We are so sorry this is happening to you, Harry." Well it's about time. But the lady who came by happens to be his friend. I wonder if anybody official has the nerve to acknowledge that something went way wrong here.

So...good news. The macerator pump for the motorhome arrived today and all Jim needs to do is figure out how to get power hooked up to it and we'll be in business. I wasn't looking forward to running between house and motorhome with a towel around my wet head and the temps down in the 20's. And I'm pretty sure we'll be here when it gets that cold! Oh well. You do what you gotta do and right now I could not be anyplace but here. And I'm soooo lucky to have a guy who is giving his all to support Harry and help him through this crisis.

Speaking of plates....GO ANGELS!!!!