Brain Farts and Blog Fog

I don't know where to begin with a post, it's been so long, like starting over.  Never was comfortable with it, always panicked when I'd hit publish, but... oh, well, here goes.  Just going to start typing and see where this ends up.

Back on the last post, when I said slowly, had no idea or intention of being THAT slow.  But, unfortunately... sh!t happens.  Thanksgiving came, then Christmas and New Years.  I hate the holidays, but I survived.  Then came a larger, more heaping pile, of deep doodoo.  In an effort to not bore you to tears, this will be a shortened version.

Hubby had two cataract surgeries, after my last post, spaced a month apart.  Those went great.  Due to inherited droopy lids, he decided to have a lid lift.  I was thrilled to, once again, be able to see his hazel eyes.  The surgery went great, he was released to return to work, all seemed well, then BOOM!  During a night shift, after waking up one afternoon, he had hard chills.  Mind you, he is not a complainer, he's one tough cookie and very healthy.  The weather was cold and many people were sick, we thought he might be getting the flu.  He took a hot shower, didn't feel much like eating, headed on to work.  By the time he made the hike from the parking lot, to the change house, then on to his unit, he knew something wasn't right.  He asked the fellow he was relieving, to please hang around for a bit, while he tried to see if he could feel somewhat better.  Thank goodness he did, he works alone and not long after getting there, he passed out.  Who knows when he would have been found.  Company medics were called and he was transported to the ER, by ambulance.  The ER doctor told me, "He is a VERY sick man, he is the sickest man we have in the hospital".  I knew he was sick, that was obvious, we just didn't know what he was sick from.  They ran him though a gamut of tests.  Turns out he had a raging bacterial infection/sepsis, origin unknown.  Couldn't help but wonder if it had some connection to the last surgery?  Several days later, when he was out of ICU, the doctor told him he was lucky man, he could have died. (hubby's dad died from sepsis)  Talk about a reality check!  Left us both feeling quite vulnerable.

After the fact, I can't help wondering if it may have had anything to do with contaminated alcohol prep pads, used before his IV's, used at his work, too.  Heard about the recall on TV, walked to the kitchen to check two packets I'd hung onto... sure enough... same manufacturer that was recalled.  We'll never know, but, for the life of me, I can't help being suspicious.

Hubby is doing great, now.  We are expecting our 5th grandchild, the 1st boy, next month.  The pregnancy has flown by, although my daughter would beg to differ.  To hear her talk, you'd think she was gestating an elephant!

So, there you have it.  It's the best I can muster, through brain farts and blog fog.  My Mom always said... "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."  Lord knows, I don't want to end up there!  I can already feel my butt puckering, as I prepare to hit publish post.

 Nobody bothered to tell me I typo'd "Brain".  How embarrassing!  Now, here it is, April 4th, and my granddaughter says, "Granny, what's Braig?"


Crap on a cracker!