Bad day. In the wee hours Steve slid (literally) out of bed. The nurse found him sitting on the floor, and he didn't know where he was. He was de-catheterized just before I arrived this morning, and he was feeling great just having eaten a very good and big breakfast. At first, his bladder was passing urine, but in about an hour it stopped. A couple of hours later he had to be re-catheterized and passed 750 cc's. So now he has a baggie strapped to his leg, and he'll probably keep the catheter for a few more days.
We didn't get away from the hospital until almost 1 pm, and Steve fell down as soon as he got out of the car at our hotel due to not waiting for me to get to the passenger side of the car. Not long after we were in the room, he said he wanted to brush his teeth. When I heard the shower running, I ran into the bathroom just in time to see him fall in the tub. He hadn't placed the non-slip mat in the tub, and he wasn't supposed to be doing anything like that without my help anyway. I wanted to slap him in the worst way. He's not as stable or spritely today, so I'm figuring the inflammation from the surgery has caught up with him. So Jay, I guess waxing and waning will be the order of the day at least as Steve is recovering from the surgery.
Our flight home is at 9:45 in the morning. Y'all probably won't hear from me again until sometime Friday. Thanks everyone for your prayers, cheering, and moral support...we need it.
Joyce (aka cypriane)~caregiver and advocate in Dallas for Steve (SPMS)----"Enter through the narrowgate..."