Hospital days that is. Ian just got home last night from another 11 days in our nearby Scripps "health spa" rounding it out for an even 40 days total over the past month and a half. 40 days, 4 admissions, 3 surgeries, 3 different PICC lines for IV nutrition, 6 units of blood, 2 units of fresh frozen plasma, 2 ER visits, who knows how many pokes and prods, and I sure hope he is done for a while! This last visit was related to a problem with his pancreas that was caused by an antibiotic he was prescribed. (Or that's their theory anyway.) Ian has been a real trooper and though his weight dropped e
ven more while in the hospital, he is on the way back up and doing much better. I'll be home from work just a little longer to make sure he stays on the road to recovery. He is back doing IV nutrition at night but eating during the day. He is now also on an appetite stimulant and an anabolic steroid to really get him gaining weight again. With 24 hour nutrition and some "juice," I think we are finally "gonna PUMP, [clap], him up!"
ven more while in the hospital, he is on the way back up and doing much better. I'll be home from work just a little longer to make sure he stays on the road to recovery. He is back doing IV nutrition at night but eating during the day. He is now also on an appetite stimulant and an anabolic steroid to really get him gaining weight again. With 24 hour nutrition and some "juice," I think we are finally "gonna PUMP, [clap], him up!"The bright spot in the last week and a half was the visit from my Dad and Shelley. They visited with Ian of course, then whisked me away for most of a day and took me shopping, fed me, and got me out in the sun for a while. It was so good to be with them, and though I felt sorry that Ian couldn't have such a break, it sure was refreshing for me at least. Thanks Dad and Shelley!
Now today, with Ian home, I just can't stop smiling when I see him eating or going through the pantry looking for snacks, lugging around the IV bag on his shoulder. With all the encouragement he gets to eat and chew his food well (so it doesn't get stuck in his intestine), I find myself doing the same. Hey, I help any way I can. Here's hoping for a ravenous husband and days of normalcy ahead!