"Do you want me?"
So of course I went immediately to my supervisors and said, "My husband is in the emergency room. I feel like I should be there too." They completely agreed.
Certain combinations of words carry so much weight.
Given twelve hours in the emergency room, I had the opportunity to practice a lot of good skills:
- Putting C's needs before everything else.
- Not taking others' crankiness personally.
- Holding my tongue when I'm frustrated/impatient/hungry/tired and feel like lashing out.
We finally got to go home after spending 4 hours thinking he was going to be admitted to the hospital. I don't think I've ever been so relieved to be here together and to be able to care for my husband at home.
For those who are medically inclined: The neurosurgeon's working diagnosis is an irritated/compressed nerve root affecting the muscles in his right upper body, rather than the spinal compression we were concerned was going to require immediate surgery. C is still experiencing muscle twitches on his right side and numbness in the first three fingers of his right hand. He has a bunch of medicines to take over the next week, when he will follow up with the neurosurgeon.