White Friday: Cowboy Comin Home!

Wild Willie called me this morning from his hospital bed and said that Dr. Shen said he could come home this afternoon!

But the weird thing about his recent phone calls is that, while I should be strictly happy when he tells me these things, instead, my emotions fly around like a deranged one-winged bat.

First, he sounds kind of terrible on the phone. But that's a vague example.

Mainly, I get upset when he tells me that Dr. Shen said, "In some ways, I want to keep you here another day because your kidneys function is disintegrating, but I'm just going to take you off Ibuprofen, which causes kidney failure even at the recommended dosage, and you can go home."

Oh.

Lord.

Those of you who know me, and my If The Slightest Symptom Is Suspicious We Must Push The Panic Button Right Now personality, I am NOT THE RIGHT PERSON to be in CHARGE OF SOMEONE who has been told that their kidneys are sort of failing.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Note to self: Put Dr. Shen's home phone number on speed dial.

Other note to self: Put Dr. Shen's home address into my "Favorites" section on my Garmin navigation device.

Okay, so back to the story.

Well......recalling that last time he came home from a hospital, he was back in an ambulance within the first five minutes after walking through our front door......no, you could not say I am calm about this.

What, you might ask, are the symptoms of kidney failure?

Fever and nausea.

If you've been following along, you know that he had both of those....was it....DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY?

And yesterday, I noticed that his abdomen is extremely swollen. He then looked in a mirror standing up and was shocked at how swollen it was.

What does THAT mean?

Wahhhhhhhhhhhh! Should he REALLY be coming HOME?

Okay, deeeeeeeeeep breathing. Calllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmming down.

So.

Emma is going to drive down from Richmond, pick him up this afternoon, and bring him home to Blowing Rock. John Paul is still here. Sarah is still Somewhere Out West playing shows. We plan to do a full Thanksgiving Saturday night--minus Sarah, who had Thanksgiving with Some People Out West, whoever they may have been.

As you can well imagine, to avoid all that cooking on Saturday, I will be sneaking over to the nearest hospital cafeteria for takeout, then act like I worked allllllllll day long cooking alllllllllllll those dishes! Especially making the pie from scratch!

*grin*

Stay posted. With this combination of facts coming together, there is bound to be some severe drama headed for us, like a cute little tsunami.