Mom died at 8:30 p.m. on Christmas Eve, a year ago. I miss her so much. But I didn’t fall apart this year like I thought I would. See I kind of had my hands full…
Saturday, Bill (my husband) wasn’t feeling well. He was coughing and congested, and we thought it was just maybe a sinus infection, so he spent the day in bed. After all, this had been going on for 3 days.
At about 5:30, I went in to check on him, and he was burning up. We took his temperature, and it was 100.6.
Needless to say, we went directly to the ER.
They were amazing there. They took him right away and did an x-ray, only to diagnose double pneumonia!
On top of that, his heart rate was 150, and he was in A-fib! Part of the reason this was so terrifying was that Bill had no heart problems before this.
So they immediately started antibiotics on top of the fluids they had hung when he was first taken back into the ER.
Next thing we knew, they were saying he was being admitted. We were facing Christmas in the hospital!
All we cared about was Bill getting better, and we would do whatever that took.
I was feeling so guilty, because I thought I should have brought him into the hospital sooner. But I just thought it was his sinuses! I never thought it was pneumonia! He’s never had it before (neither have I, so I had nothing to go by).
Unfortunately, I had to leave Bill that night to go home because I had to take my bipolar meds, and also to take care of the dog. But I went back first thing Sunday morning.
I stayed all day Sunday with Bill, and met his simple needs, while the nurses and other staff met his medical needs.
He responded well to treatment, and was much better than on Saturday – i.e., his fever broke, and his heartbeat went back to normal. They cleared out much of the fluid in his lungs between the antibiotics and breathing treatments.
But he still wasn’t good enough to go home, and we seriously thought we were going to spend Christmas in the hospital.
Monday, Christmas Eve, we were supposed to have his whole family (24 people) over for Christmas dinner, but obviously we had to cancel that.
The doctor came in that afternoon to check on Bill and said, “How would you like to go home?”
We weren’t sure we heard him right at first, but it was true! He said there wasn’t any part of his treatment that he couldn’t do at home – the antibiotics could be taken in pill form and the breathing treatments could be done with an inhaler.
So later that afternoon we were on our way home! I was praising the Lord the whole way!
God truly is an awesome God. We got to spend Christmas Day at home together, opening presents and drinking (our own, not hospital) coffee. I was so grateful.
Bill is still sick, but getting better every day. Things could have been so much worse, but thank God we caught it in time. Just think if we hadn’t taken his temperature! God is so good.
Well, I hope you had a good Christmas, and I wish you a very Happy New Year.
Wishing you joy and stability,
Remember God loves you and so do I,