Ingo is back home.
We had a .. kinda fight yesterday in hospital, maybe "just" a misunderstanding about how he gets home, being weak as he is.
He called me this morning at around ten totally breathless that he´s home.
Had had taken bus/streetcar/walked. Great idea.
He could have waited til he calmed down a bit, right? Sounded somehow like an accusation, like - why didn´t you take the day off to take me home?!
(He couldn´t say at what time he is being released - 9 or 2?)
I have to ask for a holiday at least a week in advance. And a taxi or simply waiting for me would have been options. Or asking his dad who offered to take him home! He would have enjoyed doing that!
Ingo´s parents broke up their holidays in Spain cause Grandma is in hospital as well! Last time I talked to her she had a flu - now she came down with pneumonia - life-threatening at that age!
Anyhows.
Ingo is VERY grumpy and in bed.
Ack. He drives an estate car. In the rather tiny three-car-lot was another estate car. And he expected me to park my car inbetween in the wrong direction, too (need to give initial aid ,his car´s electronic dropped dead) - I did not - I just started parking the car again, remember??? In the "right" direction! And have to pay for every scratch, too! The parking space was free for quite a while - guess why?! Two big ones, that´s a challenge!
So he claims I don´t want to help him. I said I stop the car in position ON THE STREET if necessary on Sunday when there is not much traffic - people will understand I am there to help and get around!
Gosh, really!
You can get a ticket for parking in the wrong direction, too.
Well, dunno. Am mad at him, too.
Good thing about it, we spent the evening separated and I started working on my brother´s website.
The shop is just renovated and comes in colors of the Tuscany region.
I tried to pick this up - this is a very first attempt! And I had to combine the fact that it´s optometrist as well as jeweler/goldsmith.
(The pic is from 2006 - Germany was playing against "someone" in the world-championship in soccer - its a substitute for a real good pic of the salesroom!!!).
Looks like nothing, but took some time and is a start:
I do know others go through much more stress and much more serious sickness-stuff.
Still I am exhausted. All the time Ingo was in hospital I worked 10 hours to get rid of the negative time-account at work. Then ran errands for him, went to the hospital, plus, driving so late in the afternoon, traffic is quite high. Getting a place to park the car... and remember where you did park it...
Okok, I am a poooooooooooooor little thing - no. But was stressy.
I´ll sleep here on the couch tonight. So he has a quiet night with no interruptions. Bet he will get it wrong.
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I am rather shocked that they've sent him on home. Could he truly be healed? Why so winded? I hope he is able to build his lung capacity back up again ... it's not good.
On top of all that, he is a poor patient -- lack of patience!! I feel for you Iris. I've been through 4 surgeries with Karl, and well ... he's just an awful patient.
I hope things smooth out for you soon.
Oh good luck, there is always a saying that sick men are like babies LOL.
So I'm sending you all the best wishes and patience for the patient.
Happy weekend.
Yes, Wendy, I don´t understand it either, that they sent him home.
First Ingo said, well, there is nothing they can do anymore. The level of the inflammation is down to 80 (from over 300).
But he is in big pain and wants to see a doctor tomorrow.
I suppose the hospital is "full", so they wanna get rid of patients asap.
Oh, yes, Java. Or more like a nasty 3-year-old! ;-)
I keep hearing that this inflammation-thing is very painful and will take longer.
I´ll send him your wishes, thank you both!
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