It's been an awkward week. To say the least. It all started with a trip home from the hospital...
Wednesday last week, Amanda, my wife, started to feel a bit funny. Not sure what to make of it she dismissed it as nothing. Something that would pass. This was in the evening and sleep was calling both our names. Usually we talk a bit before we actually sleep. She didn't mention how she had felt earlier.
Thursday morning comes around and brings the usual hub-ub of getting the kids ready for school and fed. I arrive at work by 7:00 am so I can get home by 4:00 pm. Still, she didn't really mention how she felt the day before. By this point she was actually feeling worse. Noticeably.
I she drove me to work and I went about my day, not knowing what I would have to look forward to at the end of my shift. She picked me up a bit early that day and just looked shaken. She was shaking and her hair was a mess.
“what's going on, babe?”
“I'm not feeling well, at all.”
She was almost in tears.
“Do you want me to drive? Can I please drive us?”
“No, I can do it.”
We talked some more on the ride home and when we arrived she laid down in bed. She had been running a 102 degree temp most of the day. My first thoughts at this point was that she either had the flu or she was pregnant. Either would have been common enough for anyone who knows us at all.
I took care of the evening’s events, fed the kids, washed the youngest, and got them ready for bed. I don't remember Amanda getting up for any of it. She was indeed not feeling well. I slept on the living room futon.
Friday morning came and I picked up on the usual routine of getting the kids ready on my own. Luckily, I had already requested that day off earlier in the month due to my obligations with Isabel’s gymnastics recital that evening. I spent the day cleaning house, giving Amanda Tylenol and ibuprofen, and performing other assorted errands. She still had a raised temp. In fact, it had gone up to 103+. I was starting to get worried. At this point. The meds didn't seem to help with her fever at all. She was constantly chilled and sweating profusely.
I fed the two youngest and washed my 4 yr old before heading out the door to my gymnastics obligation. All Amanda needed to do was put them in their beds when it was time. She seemed to be feeling well enough to do this. She even texted me during the show to keep me updated. Was she getting better? Were the meds kicking in finally?
After the show, I drove back home with Isabel. We both got ready for bed and went to sleep. I again slept on the living room futon. Apparently the meds weren't working as I had hoped.
Saturday morning, I drove Isabel and her friend to gymnastics practice. Amanda stayed in bed for the duration of the morning. More Tylenol and ibuprofen later, she got up. She called her step mother from the bed for advice. The fever was just not breaking and her temp was getting dangerously high: 104.6. It was time to make a hard decision.
We all got in the car and drove to the hospital. It took about 10 minutes of checking vitals and obtaining information before she was taken back to a temporary room for further examination. This was at 3:15 pm. By 6:00, the doctor came in and explained that her labs had come back positive for pnuemonia. What!? By 7:00 pm, she was admitted and wheeled to her own room on the fourth floor of Ball Memorial Hospital, room 4313.
The kids and I bid Amanda farewell for the evening and went home. She was now in much better care than I could have given her with tylenol and ibuprofen alone. IV drips of saline and antibiotics reduced the fever and vicodin and other meds relieved her pains. She even enjoyed the bed. It was actually really comfortable, she said.
On monday she was discharged from the hospital and released to go home. I have been running the household in her absence and providing more support than usual now that she’s back. She is on antibiotic pills and her strength hasn’t fully returned, yet. She’ll get there. Her fever is completely gone and she’s feeling normal again. I am so glad to have her back. I knew she’d pull through just fine, but there’s always that little nagging voice at the back of your mind that always thinks the worst case scenerio.
Here we are now, most of the week over and everyone is on the road to recovery. It’s been awkward.