ER Run and Squirrel Fight

Yesterday was interesting.  You see The Hubby has an issue and that issue had us spending half of yesterday in the ER at the hospital.  It all started in the middle of the night Thursday.  The next day he got into our regular doctor, actually the PA in the office (trust me she is better.)  He has an UTI and came home with an antibiotic and to drink fluids.  He hasn't been too hungry and was hesitant to drink fluids, i.e. cranberry juice, because it would make him pee more and that was PAINFUL!  By Friday night I was ready to take him to the hospital to the point I called his doctor.  He SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME!!!  His symptoms finally settled down and he slept peacefully through the night and Saturday.  We had Snicklefritz over to spend the night (she was supposed to come Friday night) and she and I had a great evening playing UNO, Cube Story, and watched most of Return of The Jedi, which I've never seen.  Sunday morning I got up early, as usual, and went into the kitchen to fix my coffee.  Oh, and he has slept in his chair since Thursday night.  He woke up and told me he needed to talk to me.  Okay, SCARED!  He said he wanted to go to the ER.  Sure, well, I got dressed, got Snicklefritz up, fixed her breakfast, dropped her at her house and then we were off to the hospital.  We went to the one location in south Tulsa, via the instructions from our doctor's office and got right in.  Honestly we only were in there about 4 hours.  Not much changed in what he is doing except that they put in a catheter.....TO GO HOME WITH!  Yikes, well, okay.  He has GOT to get into his urologist today and I hope it can come out.  I'm a bit anxious as to why he has this thing and does it have something to do with his enlarged prostate or cancer.  My mind is just whirring, making me nuts.  I NEED to paint or something to get my mind in a better place than worry and going off the deep end.  

Funny thing yesterday is when I left his cubicle/room to go to the ladies room, I came out and started down the hall to see in the room next to him a familiar face waving to me.  It was one of my art friends!  I went in and we chatted.  Jan has, I believe 4 huge dogs, 3 or 4 cats and is a local wild bird rehabber.  She has an aviary in her backyard.  Yesterday she had just stepped out of the shower and they had let the dogs out when they went after a squirrel, fighting over it.  She ran out naked, and got it away from the dogs, grabbing it around the belly part and it turned and bit both of her hands, fingers, to the bone.  She wanted to save it.  That's the person she is but I would have just let things happen, I think.  Anyway she ended up getting a tetanus shot and antibiotics.  They talked about a rabies shot but I'm guessing she didn't want that.  Wow.  FYI, squirrel bit the dust.

Shake, Rattle and Roll

This is Frenchie.  He's my sweet little parakeet, now 4 years old.  Last night he was jostled, and I mean JOSTLED awake, as was The Hubby and I.  Did you feel it, the earthquake.  A little before 11:30 last night I was in a deep sleep when I heard Frenchie flitting around in his cage and then the hangy-things in the armoire jingling and the whole house SHAKING!  I just laid there feeling it and listening as the house creaked and the jingling-jangling happened.  When it stopped I jumped up and went into the living room to check on The Hubby (I'll explain in a bit). He was up but nowhere to be seen.  Then I heard him in the off the kitchen bathroom.  I asked him if he felt it and he said yes but he thought it was the wind except the bird was going NUTS!  It freaked dear Frenchie out. We had another one a few weeks ago that sent him flitting, but it wasn't big enough I could feel, he did.  My phone quickly rumbled as the first kiddo texted me.  Yes we felt it.  I got on the earthquake site and it said it was a 5.1 out of Prague, Oklahoma, not far away.  Of course, on Facebook it was lit up with everyone posting about feeling it. Hate them but then curious because they're kind of cool.  I'm weird, I know.

Now, The Hubby.  Well, he woke up in the middle of the night Thursday night with a burning, you know.  He was absolutely miserable.  He finally got into his doctor and he has a UTI.  Not sure how he got it but I think he hasn't been drinking enough water, my opinion, and too much tea.  I also suspicion he might have a stone, but we will see by Monday.  He's on meds, cranberry juice and I finally got a bit of food down him last night and this morning.  He kind of scared me yesterday because he had just taken the first go around of the meds a hour before but he was in his chair shaking and shivering so much and his breathing was shallow.  I kind of FREAKED!    He did not have fever, FYI, in fact his temperature was 97!  He was sleeping, thankfully since he'd been up all night long, but he scared me.  I called his doctor because my mind went to sepsis.  They calmed me and directed to watch him and if he got worse to go to the ER.  Also, B's bestie who is a PA and deals with the VA and old men and their down-unders, reassured me too.  He did settle down in about an hour and got peaceful in his sleep. After awhile I got him to eat some cheese and crackers and a cup of fruit that he loves.  He's better today although the "stream" is a bit lacking, and he's not in pain anymore.  I told him if that continues he needs to call the doctor again, in fact see his urologist to make sure he doesn't have a stone blocking it.  

That being said our Friday night was supposed to be watching the oldest Grandgirl but I just didn't know if I would be taking him to the ER or not.  Hopefully soon we will have her.  I sure hope he gets better next weekend so we can go to the Mardi Gras party, but all in good time.

So this weekend will be staying close to home, watching him and staying out of the rain.  It's quite dreary out there. 

Sick Kiddo

Last night I received a call from LA, from Afton.  She is sick.  Fever, chills and the probability of a UTI and kidney stones.  Poor baby.  I am so far away from my baby but I know that she has Nick and a plethora of friends to be there for her.  That is what happens when you are thousands of miles away from family, you have pseudo family.  Apparently when I hung up with her, her friends were in route to rescue, and Nick was not far behind coming from a gig.  By the time they got their her fever was 102.3 and she was convulsing.  They rushed her to the ER where I got more texts from her.  She was better and the fever was going down, convulsing probably from the high fever.  All night I didn't receive a text or phone call so I was not too worried.  They would call!  Finally, I see on Facebook that she is home having been given antibiotics for the UTI and the probability that she has passed the stone.  Poor baby!  She was so scared away from family, from home and not being this sick, ever.  Well, I say that but when she was a wee one she had UTI's, a lot, as did I and my mother, so this does not a surprise to me at all.  I'm just glad she is home, with Nick, and her kitties and has a fabulous array of great friends to care for her in my absence.