What a week!
The Dude came home last Thursday hit by a truck of a bug and quickly hit a 103 fever. He has been sick ever since and until today, just kept getting worse instead of better. Urgent care on Saturday and a doctors appointment yesterday....all tests ran were negative - which is a positive.
Instead of getting better, last night he got worse. Labored breathing and a sore chest.....a trip to the ER was recommended by the on-call doc.
His O2 levels were up and down; 94 up to 96 and down to 92.
I now have a pharmacy on my kitchen table. Antibiotics, inhaler, steroid, codeine cough syrup, motrin....today the exhaustion is bringing out the drug jokes. He thinks they are funny so that's a good sign.
It was scary watching him struggle. Closing his eyes to focus on breathing in and out as tears slowly rolled from the corners of his eyes. So proud of how calm he was, how intelligent he responded in the car when I asked him how he was doing "If I focus on something it helps" so I watched him in the dark, mouth the words to the country song on the radio with his eyes closed and seat reclined. He stayed calm. It was a clear mark of growth in him.....gone was the boy who would panic at the thought of the unexpected. Blood draws, finger pricks, urine samples, chest x-ray, EKG......all clear and he was calm. The longer we were there, the better he seemed to get. After 5 hours of tests and waiting (2am) we were exhausted. Mr and I started to feel silly and wonder if we'd over reacted and ran through random what ifs. As our Dude tried to sleep, I put my head down on my Mr's knee for a moment and lifted a few more please and thank yous to the Lord. The stress, fog and exhaustion cleared for a moment and I looked up at Mr...."People are praying. People are praying that this illness will have no effect, that tests will be clear, that there will be nothing found and that he will get better and that it will be nothing. People are praying and He answered. That's why he's gotten better, that's why we are sitting here feeling like we shouldn't have come. Prayers were answered." And just as suddenly, the waves of nausea I'd been fighting since we walked in - were gone, the faint feeling I'd been begging Him to take away, was gone. I knew that once again my amazing God came through for us.
God always answers prayers. Not always the way we want Him to or think He will, but always there is an answer. Sometimes we just have to look at things a little differently.....from a more heavenly angle.
This momma is exhausted. Someone has left some pretty decent sized matching luggage under my eyes and my inner crazy lady appears to be making her way outward. Humor is good people. On the upside I did keep my "freak out on the inside" as per our family rule. Its the best line from a bad movie..."Keep your freak out on the inside. When you freak out on the outside that's when people die." You know, in movies theres always the calm collected person who survives and the people who freeze and freak out get killed by the weird aliens or whatever. Yes, we apply movies to real life a lot. Humor helps reality.
Blessings to you for minimal freak outs, a smooth and gloriously uneventful weekend.