The old saying "No news is good news" isn't always so in the world of blogs. If a blog isn't updated, it usually means the author has a lot going on and sometimes, it isn't necessarily joyful, summertime fun.
I can start at the present, do a quick flashback and then pull you forward again. Hold on tightly, okay?
I'm sitting in a hospital room in our state's capital at the 'academic hospital' regarded as one of the best going. My husband is the one in the bed and I'm the solo visitor. My girls are with relatives and have been since last Friday. It's been a wild ten days.
On Father's Day, my husband was doing work in the yard. While using the weed trimmer, he was hit in the right eye with a rock thrown from the trimmer. I took him to the emergency room and although his vision was blurred, he could see and a small bleed behind the eye was detected by the doctor. We followed up with a local eye doctor on Monday and Wednesday and the bleeding continued, but nothing too awful.
Wednesday night, my husband had an excruciating headache. We returned to the ER early Thursday morning after pain meds prescribed by the eye doctor didn't help. My husband was diagnosed with an 8-ball hyphema. The ER stabilized him and we were sent to the treating eye doctor. After about an hour there (with my super tough husband writhing in pain and unable to even sit in a chair), we were sent to a specialist across town for her opinion. She cleared her afternoon schedule and sent us directly to the eye surgery center for an emergency procedure to drain the blood from the anterior chamber of his eye. By the time the surgery was performed, his eye pressure had reached an astronomical 59--usually a finding under the teens is acceptable and good.
My husband spent the night at the hospital for observation and when released on Friday, the doctor said he needed complete bedrest and SILENCE. M2 and M3 are infamous for disruptions so my mom took the girls home with her so my husband could sleep and heal. We saw the surgeon on Saturday and Sunday and saw no new bleeding. On Monday and Tuesday, however, there was new bleeding and the pressure was on the rise again. This, apparently, is completely uncommon in adults and given that I was even making him brush his teeth in bed, it was not activity that was causing the new bleeding.
We were sent to the hospital from his Tuesday appointment and we are here until further notice. Today was the first day he has been stable since Monday. Doctors are cautious to say this is a good sign, but they also aren't moving him anywhere to do tests, etc. He's in bed, heavily drugged, and they are using a machine on his legs to keep his blood from clotting (or getting "blood clocks" as one of the nurses' aides said earlier). We are close to two hours from home so quick trips home for showering, snacks, forgotten make-up bags aren't happening.
This is a whole new layer of crazy for us and I'm not sure what it will mean to M3. She's been with us such a short time and yet, I can't be with the kids and with my husband at the same time. It's hard. And, she has important appointments (and more to schedule) that I will need to keep. Also, our "Summer Academy" that I had instituted to help her learn more writing skills and phonics is delayed too. We're just running out of time.
This is not what I would call summer vacation to be sure.