Friday, April 23, 2010

On Best Intentions

My new year's resolutions are all in a shambles. No one knows what the future will bring, or at least I don't, and making plans is sometimes the best way to tempt the fates to try your mettle. In early March, my estranged husband, who lives in the back of my house took ill and needed hospitalization, he was released several days later, 'stable', but unable to walk. This was the hospital I work for, and I was amazed to see the lack of care and concern that was given him. He's an alcoholic, but has worked all his life and is an intelligent person. He begged the doctor (a hospitalist, the new breed of doctors that have absolutely no connection to the patients or community here) to keep him on the med-surg unit (he had been in intensive care) until he could walk again. Nope, despite having 'good insurance', he was discharged to me and a friend, and we brought him home, where he was forced to crawl to get around, until I was able to get a walker for him. The month of March and much of April were devoted to trips to the neurologist and physical therapists. So far we have no clue exactly what is going on with him other than it's something neurological that was probably exacerbated by his alcoholism. Meanwhile I also started a new job at a doctors office, a big change from the ER work I've done for the last twenty eight years. Some beadwork is being done, but it's slow. My new job and caring for Scott are taking up a lot of my time, but things seem to be resolving, and I hope to be able to post some pics of the 'possibles' pouch I'm making for my friend. It's going to be pretty awesome.
Today, it's off to the physical therapist, and then a few hours of work, some shopping, and household chores.
Life sure is full of surprises.