Hubby (FTD, mild cognitive, Lyme, autoimmune disease, heart valve disorder, seizure disorder, the list goes on) is in the hospital for pneumonia, sepsis, and hypoxia (covid negative). That was the ER diagnosis, but I think things will be refined a bit today. He will be there until Sunday.
I had a good talk with the Lord last night. "I cry buckets when I get rid of a vehicle [did that earlier this week, I loved my minivan but dad gave me mom's SUV which has a 130,000 less miles on it than my van] and yet my eyes are dry about him being in the hospital. Instead I am looking forward to some peace in my home for a few days, is that wrong?"
I slept well last night until his watch alarms started going off at 4:30. He was playing with his new watch and his old watch yesterday and I guess he managed to set alarms. I do feel peaceful in my house this morning but I know he is expecting me to be at the hospital at 8:00 (one visitor is allowed). The phone should ring soon with, "Why aren't you here?" I plan to be there by 10:00.
Taking in the medical poa today but we did discuss allowing short-term vent but no resuscitation last night.
So, not really a question here, just some rambling thoughts shared with folks who I know will understand.