Okay, so every week or so when we were in Houston, I’d say to Jerry, “Don’t you dare get sick until I’m done. Then you can have your turn.” And good guy that he was, he patiently waited. He waited over a year after my surgery to have his stroke.
So now it’s Jerry’s turn again…bypass surgery tomorrow. He’s been in Sarasota Memorial since Monday while they take him off blood thinners and hook him up to a heparin drip and keep a eye on him to make sure he doesn’t have a stroke. We went in on Monday and I wasn’t feeling great. My back was killing me (stupid woman who thinks she can try out her grandkids trampoline AND lift a heavy suitcase for the trip home from Texas) and I had the beginning of a cold…shallow cough and drippy nose…nothing so awful.
But it got awful as the day wore on and when I left Jerry that evening, I came home and fell into bed…and got sicker and sicker and didn’t go to the hospital to be with Jerry yesterday. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even function. We had plans to (get this) work on our tax returns and play cards. Fun, huh? Anyway, I couldn’t manage a trip to the hospital and was worried about giving Jerry whatever I had. Fever, chills, aches, diarrhea, vomiting, coughing and sneezing. Damn.
Went to the doctors today. Honestly, I’m better today. And it’s the flu. So now I’m on Tamaflu and I got permission to go see my husband as long as I wore a mask and gloves and sat as far away from him as possible. Stayed a couple hours and now I’m home, hoping that since I’m better today than I was yesterday that I’ll be even better tomorrow.
So I’m heading to the hospital bright and early in the morning and I’ll post something on the blog when he comes out of surgery. Poor guy…I haven’t been the best caregiver these days.
Prayers, please, mostly for Jerry but also for his pathetic wife.
Love to all…