My husband had surgery July 25. He is just now returning to his baseline. It has been a rough month.
I’ve been a nurse for over a decade. I grew up in a “nurse family”. I am not a nurse for the money, trust me. I truly feel a calling to help others. Specifically those at the end of their life. But you never forget basic nursing skills. I think it is unfortunate that I had to use these skills while my husband was in the hospital. I am appalled at the level of nursing care he received. During and after.
I have to say that his surgeons were excellent. And continue to be absolutely fantastic. I have never had a surgeon hand out his cell phone number and say “call me with anything”. He also took it upon himself to call my husband personally after the surgery to check on him. The surgeon even did the post op tests himself as well. I am truly amazed.
He had some set backs with infection, inadequate pain management, etc. But now he’s on the mend and should be officially returning to work next week.
I, however, am exhausted. I am working full time on the weekends, and that didn’t change while my husband was recovering. Work was fantastic with understanding that my family comes first. But going from taking care of my patients and then taking care of my husband at home has been particularly taxing.
Top it off, I am insane and agreed to watch some of Sunshine’s friends for the rest of the summer. So I have had at various times up to three of her friends here. Its about 100 degrees outside, so its not like I can just kick them out to run off their energy. And with a gaggle of seven year old girls, there is always drama. I am very much looking forward the first day of school on Tuesday.
So the fibro is flaring, but I am able to work. I have been able to take care of my husband. I just need a break….