when travis and i got home last night, we got him ready for bed and all tucked in and comfortable. i was so grateful to be able to stay in his room at the hospital this week on a couch that converted into a bed. there isn't any other place i wanted to be, but it didn't make for good rest at all. every time we would fall asleep, someone would come in to ask travis a question, take blood, do a shift change, etc. so we never had uninterrupted sleep. i was grateful travis had medicine and was able to get some relief and rest even a little bit, because he hadn't been able to at all at home.
i woke up this morning to travis asking me to wake up. and if i'm honest, i was a little cranky. i didn't say anything mean, but i felt like i was being dragged back to the surface from a million miles away. i groaned and tried to just roll over and fall back asleep.
"rhiannon, baby, wake up. i need you to take me to the hospital."
okay. i was awake. groggy and still in a fog, but awake. and concerned. i sat up immediately and started questioning what was wrong. he was in a lot of pain and had just passed out in the bathroom for a short period of time because the pain had gotten too great. i asked why he hadn't woken me sooner, and he said he had been trying to. great. worst. wife. ever. ever! i felt terrible.
i quickly got around, re-packed my bag with a book, our phone chargers, and a hoodie and got dressed it what i now refer to as my "hospital uniform" -- navy sweats and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. i started making all the calls to everyone and we headed to the hospital.
travis got very familiar with the hospital's pain scale and the definitions associated with each level. when we arrived back at st. francis they took him back for triage and then allowed me back. they got him hooked up quickly to an iv and started administering dilaudid and fluids. they took him back for another scan. {i don't think i mentioned it on the blog, but the last time we were in the ER, travis was so thirsty. they of course wouldn't let him have any liquids, regardless of how many times we asked. then, his favorite person of all time came through the door. i don't know the guy's name, but he was bearing a crystal light with the dye that travis needed to drink before his scan. he still talks about how good that crystal light was}. before they took him back, he asked if he was going to get to have another crystal light -- unfortunately for him, not this time.
we told them he was still passing a large amount of blood. when the dr's and staff saw the amount that he was passing {and that was all that he was passing}, they said he had no business being at home; additionally, they agreed that we would never be able to manage his pain at home. they admitted us to another room. this time in the orange section of the building. we had gotten so used to the nurses on green three, {as i'm writing this, i was just transported back to my favorite super summer trip at obu -- green 3! green 3! green 3!} i was sad to not go back to the same floor, but knew it was unlikely that his room was still available. we were just grateful to have a room and have him back on steroids and dilaudid.
i love my husband so much. i pray he starts getting better quickly.
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