Getting back to normal

DH has been out of the hospital now for a week, and getting a bit stronger each day. Thank you for the prayers and good wishes, I know that it helped me, and I'm sure that it helped him also. It will be a slow process for him to get completely back to normal, as he has several ongoing health issues, but things are going in a generally upward path. I was hoping to make it to Quiltfest in Jacksonville this weekend, but maybe next year.My daughter's fiance is also an Ernie, as is DH, and he is going through his own health issues right now. He is having more tests today, and I would ask for prayers on his behalf also. Thank you very much.









The strange picture above is what it is like to wake up in Florida for much of the year. Many mornings due to the air-conditioning inside, and the humidity outside, it is a few hours before we can see out of the windows due to the condensation. The other morning there was an odd looking little path, I took a closer look to see what had made the marks on the window, and I could see the path of a little (probably) tree frog as he made his way around my sliding glass door. Now I'm worried to go out that he may fall on my head. Thank goodness DH is improving, as he has volunteered to go out first, just in case, and I'm going to take him up on it. I'm not afraid of small frogs, but I don't want any on my head. If you look closely, I think you'll see some little frog bodies in the trail.
As you can see below, I have managed to do a little sewing. This is the first of three, of my nine patch tops. Now the other small one, and a larger one to do. My basting and quilting of my other six children's quilts is on hold as I have to get a table to set up on the porch to spray baste. Now that DH is recuperating from pneumonia, it won't work to do it on the dining room table and then clean up the sticky, it will need to be done outside.

DH in Hospital

Just a quick post today. Saturday morning at about 1:30 I took my husband to the emergency room. He had been ill for several days and getting weaker and coughing a lot. He resisted going, I had been trying to get him to go to his doctor for 2-3 days, but the last straw was when he started seeing things that weren't there, and being very confused. With some difficulty, I convinced him to go with me to the hospital and they had him in the back room in just a few minutes. His blood pressure was dangerously low, and his oxygen saturation was also. He had a temp of 103.2, and that combined with the low oxygen was what they felt was causing the mental problems. He has what they said is a very large pneumonia in his left lung and his white cell count which is supposed to be around 4500 was around 1000. He has been in a room where everyone had to wear masks to keep from making him sicker, and this morning the nurse gave me some good news, they have gotten his count up to about 4200. No more masks. He didn't want to be admitted, and the doctor had to talk him into staying. He told him that if he went home he would almost certainly die. My daughter had come to the hospital to stay with us, and she was looking very upset, I told him that if he didn't stay he would traumatize his daughter, and that combined with the nurse telling him that if he didn't stay insurance probably wouldn't pay for the visit to that point, he finally relented. It hasn't been easy, he has had 5 IV sites now, 2 in each arm and now one that seems to weave from his arm to his chest. He hates needles and at times I have almost felt guilty for making him stay, he has been so miserable. I am glad of course that I took him, and that he is improving. He has a very nice large private room, and most of the staff are extremely nice and helpful. I will probably be scarce for awhile, but have my netbook here in the hospital, so will check in occasionally. I am pretty much sleep deprived now, as I could probably count the sleep that I have gotten in the past 2 days on one hand and have at least one finger left over, so I apologize for rambling.