The Bearer of Bad Tidings, or Why Me?
It’s early evening and I just got off the telephone with my hubby’s PCP (primary care physician) office. We were there last week for a scheduled visit. We told her about the “episode” he had with what we think was another partial blockage, not the flu. I explained he would not go to ER or let me call her but that I was watching diligently for any other symptoms. Hubby and I agreed any vomiting or abdominal pain and we’d be off to the hospital. I did some research on partial blockages and they can be combated with a soft diet, liquids and rest. This is what he did for ten days. The blockage appeared to resolve itself and he slowly restarted a normal diabetic diet.
He told the PCP that he was still extremely weak and tired and questioned if perhaps the anemia had come back. After receiving his lecture on how comprised his immune system is and to never take a chance like that again, she proceeded to run various test including a full blood work up and urine sample.
The call that came the next day from the nurse said the initial dip stick test indicated that he may have yet another UTI. The doctor put him on preventative antibiotics as a precautionary measure.
A week went by, which brings us to today. During that time he actually started to feel more and more like his usual good natured self. He’s been getting stronger, slowly, but a little more each day. He has the second procedure at the urologists on Thursday to try and determine the cause of his retention, and we assumed the cause of the UTI’s.
First, the PCP is putting him on new antibiotics, to date the one he has been taking is the only one that has not caused him GI issues. This is never a good side effect, but especially challenging to someone who lives in a wheelchair. Secondly, I hope this does not mean postponing the procedure Thursday, as we are really looking forward to answers. She also wants him to see an Infectious Disease doctor to find our why they keep occurring.
Now hubby is napping peacefully, wanting to get as much strength back as possible to prepare for his return to physical therapy tomorrow. I’m sitting here overwhelming sad and dreading relaying the latest developments. When he wakes up, after working so hard at trying to get better, he’ll ask who called. I’m sure he heard the phone ring. I’ll have to break the news to him. I’ll have to ruin his perfectly good day. I think this may be the hardest part of being a caregiver for me.