so very sleepy
I'm pooped. Not just ordinary pooped but really tired.
We spent all of Monday afternoon and evening at the emergency room with Joe. We really shouldn't have been there but his doctor sent us down. The first weekend we were in the house, he slipped in the shower and banged his shoulder pretty bad on his shower chair. The reason it happened was because we hadn't put the rubber mat into the tub yet. He got up early, before we were around, and got into the shower, not realizing that we hadn't done it. When he went to get up, he slipped and fell back. The result was that he was pretty stiff and sore but, luckily, no bones were broken.
Now, he has a bad back (the result of a car accident he was in about 10 years ago) and this obviously aggravated it. Because of the pain, he stopped moving around as much as he had been, he wasn't eating much and he became very constipated. As you can imagine, this just added to his pain. Last week, the doctor came to see him and prescribed him morphine. MORPHINE!! Without x-rays, to a constipated man. Anyway, yesterday, the doctor told me to take him to emerge for an enema. Fun huh?? He's feeling a bit better now but still not 100% so things at home are, um, let's just say tense. He's not feeling well, we're overtired and cranky. I'm sure he'll feel better in a couple of days but at the moment, he's still feeling lousy. We didn't get home last night until around 10 p.m. and we still had to be up at 4 a.m. this morning so today could be a long day.
I'm already thinking about how good it'll be to get to sleep tonight. That's a little pathetic, isn't it?