Back in the hospital

His pain levels spiralled out of control overnight. I called his doctor, then the hospital, then an ambulance. I write this sitting by his bedside, secure in the fact that his pain is at last controlled but it was so awful to go through; both fr him and for us.

He is already talking about coming home and mystepmama begged me not to let it happen, with tears in her eyes. I assured her that it was not happening and that if I had to be the bad guy in the equation, I would be. She has reached the end of her tether.

I haven’t talked to the doctor yet but am not leaving the hospital until I do. I want to know if (as I suspect) his aggression, irrational behaviour and flights of whimsy (he sings old music hall songs and meanders and doesn’t know where he is some of the time) is to do with brain secondaries. He has more pain,in more areas.

I am being strong but I cry a lot when I drive.


About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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