In a bit of paraphrase to the old John Denver song, some weeks are diamonds, some weeks are stone. This last week has been a bit of a stone around here, but things are better now.
Last Wednesday Doc was sent from a doctor's appointment home to pack and to go straight to the hospital with some heart issues. He came home late Monday and is doing better with a few, hopefully mostly temporary, adjustments to his lifestyle. We will know more after a follow-up appointment in a couple of days.
Please forgive the picture above, but if I had tried to take an actual picture of Doc in his hospital bed, well, I'll just say his reaction wouldn't have made for a very pretty picture.
I am not making light of what was a very serious situation, but finding the lighter side of any situation is a good coping tool for me.
When "Mr. Independent" came home to pack for the hospital he fully intended to hop back in his truck and drive himself to the hospital. I, of course, informed him that I would be driving him to the hospital. As we were getting in the car to go he asked if I was going to take Dodger, our dog, with us, apparently thinking I was going to do a quick drive-by dropping him off at the door of the hospital. Men! Sheesh!
Needless to say, I spent a good deal of time at the hospital with him while he was there, with him constantly telling me that I needed to go home to check on Dodger. Of course, he was not at the hospital that is about 5 minutes from our house, but one that was 30-40 minutes away depending on traffic. This was the first time Doc has had to be in a hospital since he was born and it was a real lesson to "Mr. Independent" in letting go of a bit of that independence. The bottom line is that he got excellent care and the doctors, nurses and aids are truly angels, even when a patient gets a little cantankerous.
His homecoming has gone pretty well with just a little bristling at his limitations. If I make it through the next few days until they say it is okay for him to drive, I'll be back with an update.