My hubby is in intensive care with tubes everywhere, had a machine breath for him, got a hole in his neck where this tube goes in to breath. He is hooked up to all kinds of stuff, there is tubes everywhere except for his ear! When I first saw him I froze, my face got hot, and pressure around my eyes forced non stop tears, had to gasp and hold my breath so I would not cry horribly out loud and scare my poor dear. It was very hard, cried all night, in a parking lot in the back of a truck, did want to leave the hospital, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible. His surgery took 14 hours, I paced back and forth between long halls that connected the buildings, finally after a long while, and it was getting to be after ten pm, I found my way back down to the OR and waited outside the door till someone came out and talked to me. I was just a mess of tears, still a mess of tears. I tried to lay down and sleep in the back of the truck on Thursday during his operation, was very tired cause I had to drive all night to get him there for 5 am. I think I may have slept for a couple hours, woke up cause I though I heard him call my name. My mind must have been playing tricks on me.
This picture I took of us at 5am on Thursday, just before the operation, he had to shave his mustache off, never before in over 21 years have I every saw him without his mustache, Poppy said she would make him a new one...
The things you think of when your stressed, I think I will invent a pair of sun glasses that won't fog up and that you can still see thru when crying non stop, that have "built in tissue" to absorb the tears on the bottom rim, with a "cool jell" of some type to stop the sting after the eyes get sore....
They tell me that the swelling will go down on his face, that the new face will look better as time goes on, I said he still looks good to me, I just want him home and healthy, so he can sit with me again in the garden by the pond....