The Road Not Wanted

Okay.  So yesterday evening, Jim and I discovered a road that was none too pleasant to travel...the road to THE HOSPITAL.

First there was Jim's excruciating abdominal pain.
Then there was my dead battery when I needed to get him to the emergency room.
Then there was the drive in his car to the hospital.
Then, the ER's male nurse who had criminally blue eyes.
Then...the wait...the tests... the diagnosis (obstructed bowel due to a sigmoid volvulus)...the hospital admission...the late night procedure to un-obstruct the bowel.

Finally relief for him, and a restless night for me back at home.

Today, the first thing was to get someone to come rescue my dead battery so I could find the road ahead and get back to the hospital.  Thank goodness for STR Towing.

                   The walk to his hospital room seemed a mile long.   I was anxious to get back to him.

 

He was woozy, but feeling like he might want to live after all.

There were a lot of foreign objects on his table. 

And on the walls.

But now we're home again, grateful for the small pleasures in life...good poops and familiar objects.


NOTE TO SELF:  Don't take the small pleasures for granted.  You can't predict if/when a blockage might make them impossible.