Whitey was discharged and we are now home. The icy drive from Boise was terrifying. Whitey’s blood pressure had almost been too high to be discharged; and by the time we got back to Baker City, his face was flushed and he was exhausted.
When we walked in the door, Kristen was just leaving. She had cleaned the kitchen, done some laundry, put fresh linens on the bed… she said we shouldn’t have had to come home and have to clean or get organized. It was a small gesture that meant a lot. She’s like the daughter I never had.
Whitey’s still hurting quite a bit, and I’m keeping track of his pain medications to be sure he doesn’t take too many.
I’m staying by his side as much as possible. I was able to get to work early this morning while he was still asleep to finish payroll (which will be late), pay bills, and do deposits. When I returned home, he had found his way to the sofa in the basement and was watching football. That’s a good sign.
The crew at the restaurant seems to have things under control. They’ve figured out who will be on-call if it gets too busy to handle, and James even commented that extra hours just before Christmas isn’t a bad thing for them. Good point.
I’ve put my many projects on the back burner, and nothing seems very important except for making my husband better. He doesn’t listen well, and so I’m playing wife/mother/doctor/warden all at once. He’s starting to understand that, though. It’s for his own good.