Holy crap, what a crazy two weeks! Since Friday, January 21, I have...been shocked, waited, prayed, cried, stared into space, read, worried, prayed some more, paced, been grateful, fell in love with the "angels in scrubs", texted everyone and their brother, walked to my car in the hospital parking lot at midnight, made phone calls to Bob's semi-estranged family, learned new medical lingo, walked the hospital halls with Bob leaning on an IV pole, asked questions, and learned that even the "experts" don't know everything.
Once that was done, I...learned to rely on home nurses, got to know about Coumadin, did the damn snow removal, watched my youngest daughter learn to give her father injections, kicked and swore at the snowblower, threw a shovel, changed bandages, went back to work, paid some bills, did some laundry, shoveled, kicked and swore at the snowblower again, mopped up the water leaking in to both bathrooms, filled my knee-highs with salt and threw them up onto the roof, then broke out into almost hysterical laughter at just how foolish it all looked, waited for the Coumadin Clinic to call with instructions, then brought Mom to the E/R last night, and inched home on ice-covered roads at midnight.
Through it all, I've been reminded of just how lucky I am to have my husband, my family, my friends, a job I enjoy, my health. I'm also lucky to have Girl Scout cookies; I ate seven of them for breakfast today. :D