The last few weeks we have been dealing with The Cough. Again. We made a valiant effort to treat it at home, in case it was post nasal drip, caused by seasonal allergies. After all, ’tis the season for Spring pollen here in the South. When we decide the allergy remedies are not working, we head to the doctor. He prescribes a Z-pak and some other allergy-fighting remedies and tells us to let him know if there was no improvement.
Unfortunately, a few days later, we are back in the doctor’s office, this time for abdominal pain. After a brief hospital stay for the abdominal issue, his doctor sends him to his Pulmonology specialist. He is prescribed a very strong antibiotic for bronchitis. Unfortunately, the side effects of this were horrible: he vomited and had severe heartburn, as well as feeling a burning sensation in his esophagus for several hours. Not good for a man with GERD and a hernia. So his pulmonology doctor had him rest for several days and then begin another antibiotic. He was able to take the new one without incident.
However, into the first week of treatment, my husband’s O2 saturation levels began to dip into the 60’s and 70’s. So we go back to see the pulmonology doctor. There was some concern that he may have blood clots in his lungs again. Thankfully, that doesn’t appear to be the case. However, we are in to the 2nd full week of the low O2 saturations. My hubby is wearing oxygen nearly 24 hours a day right now, in an effort to maximize lung repair after this bout of bronchitis.
This life in limbo is wearing on my sweet hubby’s soul, and on ours as well. The wonderful sunny days that he so looked forward to are spent either staring out the window, or sitting on the patio or front porch…..wherever the oxygen hose will allow him to go. It is so hard to describe the feeling of watching the one you love change before your eyes, no matter how temporary it may be. There is anger at the circumstance, and helplessness. No matter how much you do to help, you feel like you should be doing more. Then there is the desperation to move Heaven and Earth to just fix it. If it means pitching a tent in the lobby of the doctor’s office, you are prepared to do it.
This is where we are, and most days I wake up feeling lost, with no focus. The laundry is piling up. So is the clutter. I have no desire to pursue anything that gives me any kind of happiness. I guess this is one of those situations where we just get through one day at a time, until we conquer this hurdle. Or…. I can take a piece of my own advice from an earlier post. I shall start by making a list of what needs to be done….this will be how I regain my focus. I will put larger jobs into smaller components, so that I will be able to easily cross these off the list as I accomplish them. I can do at least one small job per day, until the fog starts to clear.
I would love to hear how you get over one-day-at-a-time hurdles. Please feel free to share any thoughts you have. And, most importantly, thank you for reading along!