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Paul is home from the hospital. Well, we all are. Ended up spending several days with him, so nothing got done around the house and we are completely exhausted, but at least our Paul is home.
I've managed to get about four hours of sleep since getting home...the longest I've had in one stretch is about two hours. The nurses all loved him because well, they didnt have to do much.
My only concern at this point, well, making sure his blood sugar stays in normal range. Making sure his fever doesnt go above 101. Making sure he takes his meds...making sure his incision isnt oozing anything other then plasma type stuff. Bathing him, helping him in and out of bed, back and forth from the living room, making sure he's taking his pain meds on time, re-taping his binder every few hours, oh,
and the pain meds and lack of sleep are making him paranoid. He looks at me and says, I wasnt prepared for the reality of this. I don't know what thrush is. I don't know what to look for. I didnt know enough about all of this. I'm afraid if I go to sleep I wont wake up. It breaks my heart, I dont know what to say, or do, except, I love you..
I just, feel so helpless. Denine has gone from sleeping more then 12 hours a day on a reg. basis to six or seven all broken up and she's getting hysterical and teary eyed and telling me I'm mean. I know she's just tired. It makes us all a bit thin around the edges.
Going to go check on him one last time, and then hope and pray we can all get some sleep.
I've managed to get about four hours of sleep since getting home...the longest I've had in one stretch is about two hours. The nurses all loved him because well, they didnt have to do much.
My only concern at this point, well, making sure his blood sugar stays in normal range. Making sure his fever doesnt go above 101. Making sure he takes his meds...making sure his incision isnt oozing anything other then plasma type stuff. Bathing him, helping him in and out of bed, back and forth from the living room, making sure he's taking his pain meds on time, re-taping his binder every few hours, oh,
and the pain meds and lack of sleep are making him paranoid. He looks at me and says, I wasnt prepared for the reality of this. I don't know what thrush is. I don't know what to look for. I didnt know enough about all of this. I'm afraid if I go to sleep I wont wake up. It breaks my heart, I dont know what to say, or do, except, I love you..
I just, feel so helpless. Denine has gone from sleeping more then 12 hours a day on a reg. basis to six or seven all broken up and she's getting hysterical and teary eyed and telling me I'm mean. I know she's just tired. It makes us all a bit thin around the edges.
Going to go check on him one last time, and then hope and pray we can all get some sleep.