So...saw MrG at the ENT. He looks ok I guess. He is right at home with a wheel chair now, and his oxygen tanks. He lost some pounds, which is good. We didn't have time to talk much, but I went in with him to get his ears tested then see the doc himself. Results are..he now has a dead ear, which is what the doc called it. Completely deaf in the left side. No clue why. Duh. I said because he fell because he was dizzy, because he was short of breath and it all started when he got that damn vax. Doc said could be so.
He went back to the conval home with his assistant that drove him there, and next visit to the doc is to the surgeon tomorrow to see what the results are on the biopsies. MrG says he thinks its cancer. I said don't jump the gun and lets just wait to see what he says.
The conval home called around 7pm and said he is being released next tuesday and on Monday, the people with the oxygen tanks will be here at the apt to set everything up. I said fine....cuz I have no clue about this stuff. They said I could come in prior for lessons and I said no...I can't. You won't let me in because I am unvaxxed and will NEVER get that jab. Ever. NEVER. They said oh, ok. Then the people delivering and setting up the tanks will explain it.
This has thrown me for a loop. I never imagined the golden years this way. MrG was fine until he got those shots. Went to the store, drove around now and then to thrift shops. Got his own meds from the RX. Put together walkers for neighbors in the same building. Normal usual stuff although a couch potatoe with his tv remote glued to his hand. Now? MrG disappeared and in his place is this weak, gasping old man who has to use a wheel chair and a walker with an oxygen tank attached to it or him when he is not in his bed.
Working on getting a home health care lady to come in 5 days a week for 2 hours since I am pretty much in full flare up and can't even use my right hand these past few days. And even when not in flareup mode, I cannot help him into the shower or do things needing done to keep him comfortable. I can do light cooking (one handed), keep the apt clean, take out the trash, fetch his meds, go grocery shopping, take him to docs, etc. But I have my limits so..I asked the lady Q (short for her full name) if she could do it and she said she would love to do it cuz it those two hours for 5 days would put her back up to 40 hours a week since she sees two other people here in the same complex. AND..she cooks soul food since she is black, which MrG LOVES. And I love her too. We have been buddies ever since I met her. I just never thought I would wind up having her as MrGs caregiver...or that he would need one, period.
So......trying to digest all this. Not fun. But....life is what is dealt and boy is it dealing me some major punches.
He went back to the conval home with his assistant that drove him there, and next visit to the doc is to the surgeon tomorrow to see what the results are on the biopsies. MrG says he thinks its cancer. I said don't jump the gun and lets just wait to see what he says.
The conval home called around 7pm and said he is being released next tuesday and on Monday, the people with the oxygen tanks will be here at the apt to set everything up. I said fine....cuz I have no clue about this stuff. They said I could come in prior for lessons and I said no...I can't. You won't let me in because I am unvaxxed and will NEVER get that jab. Ever. NEVER. They said oh, ok. Then the people delivering and setting up the tanks will explain it.
This has thrown me for a loop. I never imagined the golden years this way. MrG was fine until he got those shots. Went to the store, drove around now and then to thrift shops. Got his own meds from the RX. Put together walkers for neighbors in the same building. Normal usual stuff although a couch potatoe with his tv remote glued to his hand. Now? MrG disappeared and in his place is this weak, gasping old man who has to use a wheel chair and a walker with an oxygen tank attached to it or him when he is not in his bed.
Working on getting a home health care lady to come in 5 days a week for 2 hours since I am pretty much in full flare up and can't even use my right hand these past few days. And even when not in flareup mode, I cannot help him into the shower or do things needing done to keep him comfortable. I can do light cooking (one handed), keep the apt clean, take out the trash, fetch his meds, go grocery shopping, take him to docs, etc. But I have my limits so..I asked the lady Q (short for her full name) if she could do it and she said she would love to do it cuz it those two hours for 5 days would put her back up to 40 hours a week since she sees two other people here in the same complex. AND..she cooks soul food since she is black, which MrG LOVES. And I love her too. We have been buddies ever since I met her. I just never thought I would wind up having her as MrGs caregiver...or that he would need one, period.
So......trying to digest all this. Not fun. But....life is what is dealt and boy is it dealing me some major punches.
