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Guy is in the hospital with a respiratory infection. I had a bad cold and he got it. It went straight to his lungs. Even before he had me call 911 about 4 am Sunday morning, we'd both had nights with very little sleep. Serene went there this morning, while I got a little sleep and then I headed over around 1 pm. She took over at 11 pm, while I came home to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow, because my boss will be out of the office all day in meetings. We need to keep someone with him all the time, because he can not hit the call button. I hope he comes home tomorrow, but only if he's well enough. It is very scary when he feels like he's going to choke.
It is NEVER a good time for hospital stays, but I'm finding it very hard right now. Tuesday will be 365 days since Betty died. Calling 911, ER's, hospital rooms, worry, fear, tears, exhaustion, shots of adrenalin followed by a deeper exhaustion and dread. All that plus a few things I don't have words for right now.
It is NEVER a good time for hospital stays, but I'm finding it very hard right now. Tuesday will be 365 days since Betty died. Calling 911, ER's, hospital rooms, worry, fear, tears, exhaustion, shots of adrenalin followed by a deeper exhaustion and dread. All that plus a few things I don't have words for right now.