Saturday, January 15, 2011

A Little More Time

Hubby's doctor's appointment was successful but we still have a number of hurdles to jump. We were there two and half hours, lots of consultations with senior staff, lots of talking just with us, lots of joking with Hubby.

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!


Donna said...

I'm glad your husband is doing well. Cliff's 68-year-old brother, who never smoked in his life and never had breathing troubles, developed asthma a few years ago and now has to use an inhaler sometimes. Very strange, isn't it?

Margaret said...

I'm so glad to hear this news!! It's wonderful that he's feeling and looking better. Grad school--ugh. You are a better person than I am.

snugpug said...

It sounds good. I like normality too. You can manage grad school and the reading and writing and tests, I'm sure. You're as strong as Hubby, I know.

Donna said...

Say, Milly, I wanted to thank you for your comment on the school lunches. I've done an entry including all the comments that were made, however I did not put the name "Milly" with your comment because I've seen people lose their jobs over things said in blogs and you never know who is reading. Just wanted to give you a heads-up. Not that you said anything wrong, but I remember when all the cutbacks were made you didn't know for sure if you still had a job; that district NEEDS you! You may be the only person who cares about some of those kids.