Limbo
Mood: Bloody tired
Listening to: Fire ticking
Sunday, 10.23pm
Where do I start tonight? Wade right in.
Husband hasn’t been feeling too well over the last wee while, I mean apart from his recently discovered hip deformity (where was his Plunket nurse when she should have been doing hip checks?) and his diabetes, in fact he was feeling so rotten one day he decided to visit the doctor. Following day he felt much better and decided not to go but I nagged, and off he went. He was worried about prostate trouble, or more precisely, the exam for prostate trouble. Seems that the doc couldn’t locate any problems there but sent him for bloods which he did and forgot about. Move forward a week - phone call from doc at nearly nine o’clock at night requesting he go for more bloods. Odd time to call we thought but as the doc was leaving the following day for holiday we put it down to late night paperwork catch up. New bloods duly taken, but hubby unwilling to phone for results - however, he needed a new prescription which I usually do over the phone but I used it as an excuse for him to go on in and find out about the tests at the same time. Well, he’s come away shell shocked really. He’s anaemic, even though he has a good diet, and his blood count is very low for no known reason (no injuries or nose bleeds etc), and the doctor mentioned the possibility of bowel cancer having these effects, was there any familial history? No, says Brent, completely forgetting Uncle Jim and Grandad who both died of it…. He now has to take poo samples for 3 days then more bloods a week after that then, depending on what they find, undergo a complete investigation (what the hell does that mean? Camera up the spout? Surgery??) He is convinced he’s got IT and is terrified. And its tearing him apart. And I don't know what to do. Couldn’t it be his anti-inflammatories causing stomach bleeds? The doc wouldn’t give him any more, dished out Panadeine or Panadol instead, and Losec, and iron tablets (felt like I was doing the groceries by the time I collected that lot from the chemist, plus two lots of insulin, and diabetes drugs as well). His back has been very sore this last week with no anit inflams, so I’ve been rubbing Voltaren on it, with some success thank goodness. Watch this space, and cross your fingers for us.
We’ve had a big squash tournament on this week, Brent played somehow but didn’t do any good, litle wonder really; Mike got runner up in his Division (nice Rimu CD tower), and I was pleased with the way the kitchen went even though we weren’t as busy as last year. I think it helped occupy his thoughts, though he broke down at one stage while telling a good friend…I don’t know how to do or say or be. Have mentioned the possibility to the big boys, but as daughter and I are not talking haven’t told her. Sent her an email about something else tonight to try to open up the lines of communication…..I’m feeling guilty on one hand because I told her as she was leaving last time to think carefully about coming back again, she might find the locks changed - remember we’d had two excruciating weeks with her in residence and I was at my wit’s end - but on the other hand, we don’t need to be treated like that. But if her Dad does have major problems I’d hate her to hear it from his mother (who loves to share bad news) or somebody else. Heck.
School goes back tomorrow. Duncs doesn’t want to go but he’ll be ok once he gets there. We should have had getting up practice because he’s been watching TV in my bed till about ten every morning! I’ll have trouble too - we didn’t get much sleep last night what with getting home late from squash, and the state of mind, then Brent got cramp….
On a lighter note, our lovely friends (that he confided to) took us out for a beautiful lunch at one of their favourite haunts in Wanganui - Indigo Café - just what we needed to lift the mood. It was such a glorious blue sky day that afterwards we walked right round Virginia Lake. There was a bunch of half a dozen old men racing their radio controlled model yachts, neat to watch. They were having great fun. Wasn’t that a nice thing for them to do?
Bloody cat bit me this morning, his top fangs fair sliced my hand open. He never ever scratches but those teeth are razor sharp and do a lot of damage. I think he’s psycho - you just KNOW when he’s about to attack, he can be as sweet as sugar then his blue eyes turn black, literally, and you know its coming. The only thing you can do to avert it is grab a water pistol - I have several stashed around the house for that purpose, and even if they’re empty, the sight of one will halt him before he springs.
Ok, enough for now. I took the precaution of typing this in works first tonight, getting savvy in my old age. I’m about to do another Colin letter, I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the first one on the hospital ship.
Sold two things on Trade Me!! Two more I should say - getting hooked I think.
Till next time,
Jaybee
I went through all those tests your husband\'s gone/going through. I had a very low iron count and they asked if there was an bowel cancer etc in the family - yes there is. They did one of those tests where they stick a tube up your anus after a night of completely emptying those bowels. What a nightmare. No signs of internal bleeding though, which was a relief. Good luck with your husband\'s tests!