Musing, mused, and not amused!

Wednesday, May 28" , 2014

Busy two days, even wrote a blog entry that somehow has vanished in cyber- weird way.  So, if this appears redundant, maybe that is just the way things are now!

PC, Prince Charming if you forgot, is now back home.  He got here about 3:30 today, via ambulance.  He is heavily medicated but reports no physical pain, just drowsy and confused from all the activity of late.  He is asleep now, and hopefully will remain so until time to wake him up for evening medications.  There was a struggle keeping the morphine pump in his body, either he pulled out, or body pushed it, of something weird.

Therefore, after struggling for two days, he was switched to oral medication, three times a day, with a backup medications for break- through pain.

Tuesday early morning I got a call, he was out of control, confused, screaming, etc.  They asked me to come and try to calm him.  Of course I did, when it got there , there were two nurses outside his door, and one inside his room.  When he saw me, he smiled, said I love you, and went to sleep after asking if I was staying.  So stay I did.  I was there when breakfast arrived, and left after dinner.  He has NO memory of any of it.

Social worker asked and did research to see if any other options are available.  But, as she found out, with the medical complications, as well as psychological, home is the only safe and available place.

Well, think I have been through this before, so nothing new.  Three years ago, a very similar situation
ensued, and home we are, for the duration, as my dad used to say!

At times I think back of last three years, it was May/ June of 2011 when PTSD took major control of his and my life.  Wow, how things change.  Life is so fragile, and memories so fleeting yet present.

Today a veteran volunteer came to house to present him with a certificate of appreciation for his service.  The volunteer was a former marine, so I also had memories flooding my mind and spirit.  PC could not even look at him.

It was sad, however the certificate is now taped to his bedroom wall so he can see it when he is ready. And he had me read it to him when the marine left.

Medication must be consistently administered, so I think I shall become an early riser!  I need more time to scrap quilt anyway, right?

Till next time, may all your pieces line up. Your seams not have to be unsewn and the corners look sharp,

Peace....macs