So far we have met Shireen, Odessa and Katie. Shireen is from Kenya, we met her in the emergency room, Odessa is not from Odessa and settled us into the room about 1 a.m., Katie is taking care of Marty in her room today. We are lucky; these three nurses have been great.
Marty got sick last night, she did the body spasm thing and then, right after eating a marvelous dinner I had prepared, she threw up. I don’t think it was a commentary on the pork tenderloin even though it was a bit dry. It was, as proven by our ER visit, a systemic response to infection.
It was a surprise to all that we ended up in the ER that evening because we had just visited the good offices of Great and Wise to talk about a myriad of other niggling details. Marty was sharp, clear, and responsive and at the doctor’s office.
After talking with Great and Wise I was flying solo in the late afternoon to give a couple of our ladies some much needed time away from us. I kind of like being in the house alone with Marty, it gives us some time just to ourselves and keeps me really connected to all of the little idiosyncrasies of caring for Marty.
I wish I could accurately describe Marty’s body’s actions when she does these spasm things. It starts as a yawn and a stretch but is longer and more pronounced. It is obviously different from a voluntary stretching of stiff muscles. It almost always ends with a little moan from Marty and her upper torso contracting to the right.
It’s all pretty subtle but when I see it I almost always start sweating from anxiety. It’s actually a pretty amazing autonomic reaction on my part, Marty stretches uncontrollably, I sweat.
Dinner had been prepared but I knew, as subtle as it seemed, as much as I just wanted to blow it off and chalk it up to hyper vigilance we were going to make a trip to the ER, I started making plans. Providence ER allows you to go on-line and set up an “appointment”. What it really does is gives me some idea of how long we would wait to be seen. I set up the appointment for 9 p.m.; the emergency room was clearly busy.
We ate supper and as I was cleaning the dishes, Marty still at the table started to heave a little, she was about to puke. Now here is an amazing piece of rather gross information, I stood beside my bride as stuff came out her mouth, hands under her mouth catching the not digested food in a cloth all the while talking in a soothing voice, encouraging her not to hold back but let it go.
This is completely contrary to my normal persona, in fact I’m feeling a little bit nauseated just writing about it, but for some mysterious reason that only loved ones and parents of puking little kids understand, how I felt about the vomiting process was not paramount in my mind.
I immediately started planning a trip to the ER, not at 9 p.m. but right then.
As luck would have it the ER had received my request for an appointment and called and said I should bring Marty now. I gathered the tools of our trade, the med list, the med history, the spare bag with hygiene essentials, my I pad and I pad charger. With Marty loaded and locked in the van we got to the hospital about 6:50 and were in a room seeing a doctor and Shereen the Kenyan nurse by about 7:10, God bless Providence.
We made it up to a room on the third floor a little after midnight with the diagnosis of a mild pneumonia. We met Odessa, the remarkably competent and caring floor nurse, she checked Marty out and in and I gave her my spiel and I left Marty in the competent hands of Odessa and her care giver La Shonda about 2 a.m...
We are still in the hospital hanging out watching Ellen and Jeopardy and CNN. Marty has slept most of the day which is a good thing since she slept very little last night. We have seen Great and Wise and will make some decisions about the length of stay after blood tests in the morning.
We don’t like being in the hospital, it really kind of bites. All things considered we are here because we need to be and will do what we need to do to take our next step on our rather odd and winding journey.
I never would have thought I could hold warm stomach fluids in my hand. But it’s like a lot of things, you just do it without thinking because if you think about it too much it makes you kind of queasy.