When TB and I left for the ER this evening, I knew we'd be there for a while but I never thought I'd have to leave him in the hospital. I am praying hard for him and it is so weird to be here at 10:30 at night and he isn't here.
He hurt his toe...we're not exactly sure how. His feet bothered him yesterday after he'd been walking all around a building taking measurements but figured it was his arthritis. He says he was fine after his shower this morning and didn't notice anything amiss, went to work, came home and grilled some sausages and other usual things. Around 7 he went in to watch TV and I guess that's when he noticed that just his big toe was hurting so he took off his shoe and sock.
He came back into our bedroom where I was just finishing up some email and asked me to look at his toe. I took one look and we headed for the emergency room. We both knew his toe was infected. The nail was coming up and his toe was swollen, red and a little blue. I thought the doctors would treat him and send him home on an antibiotic.
That was their original plan too. However, when the doctor got down to working on the toe he said no, the infection was deeper than he thought and TB would need to be on an IV antibiotic. TB was upset although he was outwardly calm and joking. He hates hospitals, especially since his first wife Audrey passed away after what should have been a somewhat routine procedure.
The doctor said he'd need to be in the hospital 2 days. I feel like I'm walking around in the twilight zone and I can't begin to imagine how scary this is for TB. Because he has diabetes, it's harder to treat infections and all sorts of complications can set in.
So I am praying hard that the doctors can stop the infection quickly and without complications.
Posted by Cassie at August 5, 2005 10:41 PM | TrackBackThat is really no fun. I'm glad that you were smart enough to head to the ER right away. Keep up the positive outlook and I hope everything turns out ok.
Posted by: The Complimenting Commenter at August 10, 2005 08:00 PM