Bill Has a Sad

Sad day.

It's dark and quiet in his room. He opened his eyes only long enough to tell me that he vomited all night.

Then he went back to sleep.

The new nurse said they have to change gears now with some of his blood pressure meds and other things because he can't stop vomiting.

No one has said the word "ileus"--but that's my diagnosis. Ileus isn't normally too huge of a thing, and strikes more than half the people who have parts of their intestines removed (as did Bill, to make tubes). Ileus is when your intestines shut down. He has every symptom (the nurse confirmed that he did), but the thing is that it should have resolved by day 5 at the latest. This is day 8. It becomes more dangerous at this point. I won't mention the possibilities in case Bill reads the blog. Don't put the possibilities in a comment, either, because those things scare him.

If he doesn't improve, they have to start by giving him a stomach tube through the nose today.

I'll let you know.

Thanks for loving us, and caring that Bill has a Sad, today.

We love you, too, and we remember that "all things work to good for them who love the Lord." That says "all" things. Not "some" things.

We're in good hands.