So, they let the husband out of the hospital much to my dismay and dread in the pit of my stomach.
The faux hospital doctor told me that the husband was longer in crisis and that it is not the hospital's job to diagnose him. Swear! I could not believe my ears. They had him for three freaking days and weren't offering any answers.
Fact: What ails him is way over my level of expertise. I am awesome at childhood illnesses which require chicken soup (grandma's recipe) and TLC. Fact: I am fabulous at fake stomach aches when someone needs a mental health day. Fact: I have no idea how to handle what is wrong with the husband.
But I did go with him to his doctor today. His doctor thinks he is having painless (but not symptomless-hence the vomiting and nausea) gall bladder attacks. It seems a person with circulation problems can lose sensation in their internal organs. Pretty frightening, huh? He is going to have another test to see what condition his gall bladder is in. Then he has to get himself healthier so he can have surgery if he needs it. That's going to be the challenge. His challenge. I'm out here. My new saying is "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." I just happen to have a front row seat.
Sweet pea was just about bursting at the seams after not being really walked for 5 days. She's been on the leash since her stitches and with all the hospital craziness, those have not been our typical 2 or 3 hour jaunts in the woods. I had to keep her away from other dogs, for fear she'd open up her wound again. My girl, who I tell people is so fabulously zen around the house was getting into all kinds of mischief and now I realize that she is such a good girl around the house because I wear her out every morning. I took her to the fields this evening figuring that they would be deserted due to the cold temperatures and rain that has been falling all day long, but nope. The fields were covered with little tiny wet and cold kid athletes and their dad coaches. I was bummed. But sweet pea was so thrilled to be off the leash again she could hardly contain herself. She ran laps and circles of joy. Hopefully she'll be calmer tonight. Tomorrow I'm taking her to the woods even if it's still raining. I gotta let the puppy be a puppy!
The truth here is that I am writing this post because I am procrastinating on working on my thesis. I promised myself I'd give the thesis a bit of attention tonight since I was all prepared to go to puppy class and gained two hours by realizing that today is not Tuesday, so no puppy class. I used the first gift hour for taking sweet pea to the fields and now I will donate another hour to the thesis.
See ya!