We are doing better now. Hans has been inpatient on the 5th floor here two nights. We are all but discharged, Hans just happens to need a bag of blood before we hit the door. I believe it is all of Hans' blood draws and fluids that have drained and diluted his Hemoglobin to the point of needing a transfusion right now. He is in the process of getting a type and cross and then he'll get going on his premeds... Benadryl, Hydrocortisone and Tylenol, and we'll cross our fingers that he doesn't have a reaction this time.
I'm the sort of person that never likes to say "I'm bored" but I find myself wanting to say that a few times a day while inpatient. Luckily there is a big grocery store two buildings away from this hospital. That is practically a miracle. Not all hospitals are that way! The kids are entertaining themselves reading magazines, coloring, playing board games and taking cute pics on Kevin's photobooth application of his Mac. Poor Kev had to go work and left us his laptop and his car. We are fortunate to have Aimee and Stefano and Heidi checking up on us and there to help out in both towns.
I am sitting here thinking I need to scale back my move-in goals. Maybe five boxes a day would be more reasonable. I need to repeat my mantra "Hans, you are my first priority". That's what I had to keep reminding myself in the chaos of getting our old house ready to sell.
We had planned to really work around the house this weekend and get some stuff done. I had signed Hans up for "stroke development" swim lessons that were to start yesterday. Ah well. Not to be. We are merely grateful that we are not inpatient for more serious reasons.