“Mommy? I sort of…I spilled some…I’m sorry.”
Gabe loves salt. This morning, trying to go behind my back and steal a pinch to eat, he managed to spill the entire salt cellar (thankfully a small one) all over the kitchen floor. He tried to clean it up, futilely, before finally breaking down, finding me and confessing.
Dad had his surgery yesterday. The inflammation was too great to go in through his side and manipulate the stone, so they placed a stent in his urethra instead, which had the effect of pushing the stone back into the kidney, anyway. The urologist said, “He’s hanging in there; he’s a very sick man.” Now they say he might be in the hospital another week; the stone was giant, and it was producing gas in the kidney, and the infection was massive and will take time to clear. But we believe it will clear, now that the blockage is out of the way. The pain level, thankfully, should improve soon; Dad’s not in pain now, he says, but that might be due to meds.
Mom said yesterday that, after the surgery, Dad kept saying, “I don’t know why I’m here…I don’t know why I’m in this hotel. I don’t know why I have to play cards for money.” Ah, anesthetic.
I’m doing this race as my first 50K/ultra in July 2012. I’m so tardy to the party but...
I’m glad to hear at least he’s comfortable now. ::hugs::
hey, Carrie – I’ve been reading your blog for longer than I care to remember, but I hardly ever comment, because… actually, I have no idea why. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m sorry to read about your dad, and I’m glad things are looking better for him: hope you’re hanging in there too… x
I’m really sorry to hear your dad is still having problems.
My husband had a stone removed that way (with a stent) and said if he ever met the person that invented that stent, he would punch him in the face it hurt so much. Praying you dad has really good meds.