My Mom is back in the Hospital again after having been in for an almost 3 week stay 2 weeks ago ( or somewhere along those lines ). Patrick, who lost his mother a few years before we met, is trying to talk me into going home for a visit. I am at a loss as to what to do. Please don’t get me wrong I would love to see my family and spend some time with Mom but A) how much quality time can be had in a hospital room, or while she is sick for that matter and B) who is going to watch over my ailing Husband while I am gone?

Yeah Patrick is still pretty much a mess, his last Dr.’s Appt did not go as well as planned. Instead of a date for surgery, he was given the opinion that the Dr. thinks he should go back to work for a month. UH>>>>>> EXCUSE ME BUT WTF!!!??? Imagine a world where you could not even put your right arm parallel to the ground without it feeling like someone is jabbing a knife in your neck. Now imagine that you are doing the job of a restaurant Mgr, IE running food to tables, bussing tables etc with all this pain. That is the world Dr. wants P to live in for a whole month before they reconsider surgery. A surgery that has been held over Patrick’s head like an apple before a horse, with the emotional roller coaster of YEAH it’s finally gonna happen no more pain, then to hear “no, lets wait one more month.” He has heard this about 4 times now.

Just as a recap this has been an ongoing deal for a little over a year and a half. 3 surgeons, 1 physical therapist and a general practitioner have mandated that the surgery be done post haste, before he looses the use of his whole arm, yet still we wait. While at the Dr. Patrick asked him , “So, lets play the devil’s advocate here and say I do go back to work, and something worse happens to my arm. Is WC still going to cover me then?

The Dr stared for a minute and said ,”Well I am not sure.” then looked at the WC nurse who was still there and asked her. She wasn’t sure either. To put a little more icing on the cake on the way home from his appt. a truck that was in front of him ( yes he was on the scooter) made a quick right hand turn , sending P ass over elbow. Of course the guy had no Insurance and was crying (literally) for Patrick to let him go or he would be sent home. Turns out Patrick now has 2 broken bones in his left foot and is in a cast.

I need a break…..WE need a break, before something in both of us snaps irreparably. I hate to see my heart in pain, what is worse is seeing 2 parts of the same heart,1 thousands of mile away from me hurting. In short ….it sucks.