Day 13

Thirteen does not usually have much of a superstitious hold over me, but today I should have expected this to be a bad day. It's Friday the 13th and the 13th day in the hospital. My day started with the dog throwing up the neck and more of the chicken carcass he ate more than two weeks ago. That was when we were worried about him and not Adam. Now I wonder what other bones are stuck in his gut. I can't handle two patients right now.

From there it was just nonstop chaos at the hospital. I think both of our patience are wearing thin. It was at the point when Adam had the nurse talking to him, nutritionists on the phone and the guy trying to ultrasound his legs all at the same time that we had to yell stop! They are used to running at a marathon pace but when you or someone you love is ill, hurting and exhausted it is helpful to have a second to process what is going on one thing at a time. On top of the overstimulation the doctors had to bust open his incision because part of it was not healing properly. Sorry to be so blunt, but you are lucky you only had to hear about it. I had to see it open and breathing waiting for him to tape gauze over it. A little warning next time would be nice! I'm not the doctor in he family and for a reason. Adam says his modeling days are over given the scar he expects to have left.

We are hoping for a little peace and quiet for Adam he next few days while he sits and starts feeling better. The next 2-4 days will be the test. Glad my parents are coming in for the weekend. We have some plans to make regarding where to park the RV for the next month or more and they will help with some of the hard stuff. Thanks again for all your notes. Keep them coming. They mean a lot to us.