His blood levels are close but not at the levels we need them to be, so subcutaneous injections will continue for the time being. Hubby has no problems at all with that. Everyone expects I'm giving the shots but the one with manual dexterity and no fear of anything sharp and bloody is Hubby. He gives his own shots every morning with no problem at all. He also does the total maintenance of his meds, though I'm still at the "maternal" state of "helping" him set them up for the coming week. It's a lot of medication, after all.
Pulmonary tests are underway. Current supposition is that Hubby has become asthmatic. Or his windpipe is narrowing. Or . . . something else that is affecting his breathing. We're going to find out this time around.
We are still very happy with our newest doctor. Hubby's blood pressure is a bit high for a "normal" person, but for him it's in the normal range -- around 130 over 94. We're okay with that. His heart rate is staying under 100. All that is very, very good. His color has once again become rich and creamy, not ashy and gray. He has lost 12 pounds (and his pants are falling down around his ankles, frankly). He sleeps all night long, not waking up to clear his head of congestion. His voice sounds more and more normal, not like a man with a severe cold.
We are back on the road to normality, I'm praying. Except that I start grad school this coming week -- six long, hard hours. Papers t0 write. Tests to take. Six hours of class attendance two nights a week. Text books to read. My life will become a horribly long succession of forcing myself to complete work I have no interest in doing. Gah!