Oh, my friends, this time my husband just about did himself in. For real. The last few days have been quite scary indeed...
By Friday morning Jerry realized something was seriously wrong and agreed to go to the Emergency room. He was to the point that he was barely able to walk, and when he got to the ER they didn't even make him wait. He was taken right into a room. By the time I got the boys delivered to their sister (thankfully only about 5 minutes from hospital!) and back to the ER; they had Jerry hooked up to IV's, and were starting tests. The nurse looked at me and said, "All we know is he is not going home anytime soon." I told her that I knew that.
Jerry's diabetes had spiraled so far out of control that he contracted a very dangerous condition called Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Since Jerry's body could not use sugar for fuel, it started eating away all the fat (even the good fat) and also released dangerous toxins into his body. By the time Friday had come around, he was very bad and just another day or two he would have gone into a coma or had a heart attack from low blood pressure (a symptom of Ketoacidosis). You can read more about Ketoacidosis RIGHT HERE.
Friday night Jerry was still not doing very well. He has only been on a clear liquid diet but they could not get his blood sugar down. This morning (Saturday) thankfully it was better. It sits around 160 at 3 hours after eating, which is still too high, but at least it is not at a dangerous level. Tonight (Saturday) he is still in intense pain. He sleeps around the clock...but it more alert this evening in the few moments that he is awake.
They have been running a multitude of tests on Jerry and his thyroid is not working, so he will be on medication for that. His gall bladder is infected and will be removed Monday morning.
As for me? I have been an emotional mess. From fear, to worry, to anger. I think you all know why without me getting into that. Two years ago this exact same weekend Jerry had a stroke...and this time around he was even closer to death's door. Well, at least this time it got Jerry's attention. When he's been awake, he's been emotional himself; scared, regretful and ready to improve.
While he hates putting things like insulin and medications into his body, he realizes that unless he does, his little boy and I will be putting him into a grave.
I continue to have fears and worry(and even anger)..."Will it work this time?".."Will he continue to rebel about doctor check ups and taking his meds?" It will take time for me to not worry about these things. I've never known any different. But, I love my husband. I remember who he used to be before two years ago and all the fun that we had. I want the Jerry who used to play guitar and write music. I want the Jerry that liked hiking with me in the woods. And mostly, I want our son to know this man.
By only the grace of God we have been given another chance.
A word about the boys, as I am sure some are wondering: with my daughter living only 5 minutes from the hospital, she kept both boys until this morning. Seth then went with his father. I brought Stephen home with me tonight. Amy will be trying to catch up on missed sleep tonight/tomorrow (as she works nights and I nabbed her up Friday morning when she was sleeping.) She has to work tomorrow night, but will stay awake Monday morning to watch Stephen during surgery. As soon as Jerry is out of recovery, I'll have to take over Stephen so I will probably just come back home.
Stephen has enjoyed being royally spoiled by his Sissy, and he will write a blog post about it in the near future, I am sure...
Hey, I never stop working. My fabric rep called me Friday, and I just happened to be on the way to grab a bite to eat when he called so I was able to talk and order in enough fabric to last us a couple of weeks anyway. As you all can see, now you know why I was dead set against getting a job and leaving Stephen home with Jerry. (he's gonna kill me when he reads that...and he will read this post. It might be a few weeks down the road before does, but he'll read it!) This fabric has helped a bit, but I only charge a few cents more than I pay a yard. I really don't want to change that. That is the entire point of what I do. So, that being said, we need a bit of a financial miracle right now, but God is bigger, huh?
Thank you all for your kind words, and I am saying this to all of you: in blogland, facebook land, fabric land, and my Christian womens fellowship land. I have missed you. I am so thankful for each and every one of you.