Tuesday – still here

We took my step son to the hospital on Friday.  We knew he was sick, but we had no idea how bad it was.  He was an undiagnosed type 1 diabetic.  He’d actually been showing obvious symptoms for a couple of weeks, but even with two parents and two step parents watching him each day, the obvious symptoms didn’t register.  

Each day in the hospital has been better than the previous day, by huge amounts, but he’s not quite ready to go home.  They are still trying to nail down the appropriate starting dose for his long acting insulin.  Also, all four adults have to demonstrate that they are capable of running his blood sugar tests and insulin injections.  We’ve all done blood sugar tests on ourselves (mine was normal which, given my weight, is kind of amazing) and two of us have given injections.  I’m up at breakfast today.

Hopefully they will discharge us today, but I sort of expect one more night.  Wish us luck.

Coincidence?

My love was telling me that she had to write a paper on a protest song.  “Phil Ochs”, I said immediately.  I think even Bob Dylan thought Phil Ochs was the best there was (didn’t he?  I’m sure I read that once, but I’m too tired to Google it).

A couple of minutes ago I turned on Apple Music on my iPhone.  The home page gave its suggestions.  This was near the top of the page:

  
Coincidence?  Can Apple read my mind?

Punch Drunk

My wife only got about an hour of sleep last night.  She’s in my step son’s room in the ICU right now and they are both napping.

My step daughter and I are hanging out in the ward’s visitors room.  She’s watching The Twilight Zone on Netflix on her phone.  I’m reaching the point where my less than four hours of sleep yesterday has me a tad punch drunk and I’m making goofy videos.

My step son is very sick, but we were told by a specialist that he’s turned the corner and he will be okay.  We are so relieved, I can’t even tell you.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iMVCj9lZhvk