Ed’s been home for two weeks and early on was running a fever every night, so the doc prescribed an antibiotic and he is coming out of it. He wasn’t eating or drinking and we took him into the doctor’s office, with oxygen, where he saw the nurse practitioner, and she warned him if he continued like this, he’d have to go back into the hospital. So he has been forcing fluids. A physical therapist comes twice a week, as does a nurse, and an aide who helps him take a shower.
Solveiga, bless her, has been staying with us and helping out, doing a lot of the fetch and carry, and letting me get some rest. It has been standard that Ed wakes up needing help at least twice a night, and since I am the one nearest, I take care of things, but it is hard on me.
Now he is getting better. But he won’t be normal for a month or two. We’ll have to have someone take over some of the guardian paperwork. I have already arranged for an extension on our taxes.
Meanwhile, a friend of Solveiga’s had a cat that had kittens, and Sol is adopting one, a female she has named Sasha, and Sasha is living in our spare bathroom, or joining us in the bedroom, in her carrier. She does better when she isn’t alone. She is adorable, a dark tiger stripe. Max has hissed at her so I am giving up on the fantasy that territorial instincts don’t kick in when the newcomer is a month old kitten of a different gender.
Meanwhile, I have, for the first time in my life, high blood pressure. Maybe this is temporary. I am not aware of it, except the number is daunting. I am to report the readings to the doctor and I suppose he will prescribe a med. Bummer.
xx, Teal