For those of you who have been asking about my FIL, I got to see him yesterday and the kids did, too before they popped down to the waiting room with the TV and computer and play stuff, and he was sitting up and eating, but it's quite a chore. I remember after I had my last surgery in '03 just how much work it is when they let you start eating actual food again. It's effort and I could really tell that with him. He was very puffy and very...slow, I guess. Not mentally slow, but physically dragging. Of course, that's to be expected.
He's having a procedure done tonight to drain excess fluid from his lungs and they are worried about his kidney again and they may have to remove it. Yet, he's still considered to be recovering well and doing better. Huh. But it was good to be able to talk to him and hold onto his hand for a bit. He had eleven different IV's hooked up to him and his arm looked like a pincushion. Each IV had a different monitor thingy on it controlling the rate of flow and they had them dispersed on this hanger thingy that made them look like ornaments on some kind of medical Christmas tree.
It was a little overwhelming, but the kids are asking to see him again soon. DH will be home on Thursday and we'll definitely go in that day.
Today was the last day of school and it was early release, too. I will really miss school this summer. Having the kids around 24/7 is very draining on me on the weeks Chris is in Alaska. It's just hard to go without that break of having another parent around to help. I don't know how single parents do it, I really don't. I suppose you make do because you must.
It was a little overwhelming, but the kids are asking to see him again soon. DH will be home on Thursday and we'll definitely go in that day.
Today was the last day of school and it was early release, too. I will really miss school this summer. Having the kids around 24/7 is very draining on me on the weeks Chris is in Alaska. It's just hard to go without that break of having another parent around to help. I don't know how single parents do it, I really don't. I suppose you make do because you must.