Six Days Later

Stacy and I were so optimistic last weekend when she felt better than she had in months, but things started crashing on July 4th when she had a small seizure. She's had three more since then along with a migraine and the nausea/vomiting that goes along with it. Her health issues along with not being to finish any of my numerous projects has proved to once again put me into the overwhelmed mode and I woke this morning with a migraine-from-hell. We make a sad pair!
Last Sunday Stacy woke me with, "Mommeeee, I'm leaking!" Two of the four gauze dressings on her chest were indeed leaking. We've been through a lot together but I nearly fainted when I removed the bandages and did the best I could to repack the areas around both the removed and new catheter sites! I ended up kneeling on the floor in front of her and kept putting my head down hoping that I wouldn't faint, but at least if I did I was already on the floor! She kept asking me if I was okay, "Fine, I'm just trying to figure out how to do this." Yeah, right! I barely got the last bit of tape on, stumbled to her bed and collapsed. Yesterday I got the Mommmeeeee signal again; it's the tone of the mommeee that always tells me that something isn't right. This time I only broke out into a sweat when I changed the dressings! We see the surgeon on Tuesday, the first appointment I could get for her! I think that the drain in the removed catheter site has been in a little too long, but I'm certainly not messing with it.

Since July 1, the night Stacy got home from the hospital, she's made the couch her command post. Being that she isn't sleeping in her bed I now have one more place to stack projects on! I'm in the process of making a fabric journal and her bed is the perfect place to cut the fabric pieces. Why put the fabric away? I was looking through boxes of photographs yesterday and those too are now on her bed.
Before we moved into this tiny duplex in 1985 we lived in a cabin in the Big Sur area, Palo Colorado Canyon, and my bed was in the living room. When we moved into this one bedroom place I ended up once again with my bed in the living room. After Corey left home I did consider moving into the bedroom, but it's crammed full of wall-to-wall furniture and I couldn't figure out how to re-arrange the house.
Often for a few nights after a hospitalization Stacy will sleep on the couch a few feet from my bed. Once she becomes tired of not having control of the TV remote she leaves the couch for her own double bed and TV. This time she says she's going to stay on the couch forever! Can't say that I mind having her close by what with her seizures and dizzy spells.
It's now 2:30 and I haven't made my bed, why bother this late in the day? So here we are with two messy beds in the living room and pounding heads! But at least the sun is shining!