Poo is now home. He called me to let me know. He is doing four things. Going to the bathroom, making sure he has plenty to drink, taking his meds and giving himself the prescribed injections of antibiotics, and resting. His friends have been taking turns doing his laundry, bringing him food and running any errands he might need done.
He told me when his boss, the head doctor of the hospital where he works got word that he was down in New Jersey and ready to come home, he pulled out his checkbook, wrote a check and sent three of his co-workers down with enough money to pay for the gas for their car down and back and for Poo car along with any other expenses that may arise such as food. One of the guys drove his car back for him. Poo was in the other car. The two friends in that car took turns driving, while the other one was in the back seat with him to make sure to keep an eye on him. It was that long drive back that created the conditions for the blood clot to form on top of the pneumonia. The next night after he got home, he felt a horrible pain in his back and knew right away that something bad had happened and something was terribly wrong. He got into his car and drove himself to the hospital. It was only 15 minutes away. To call for an ambulance, wait for it and then get him loaded and then the drive to the hospital, it would have been at least 25-30 minutes.
So he is on a blood thinner, and antibiotics for the pneumonia. He will see his pulmonary doctor and the blood doctor in one week. It will be several weeks before he can even consider going back to work. And he has sent notices to all the little side work he was doing at a lot of the small hospitals in his area. He has always done a lot of voluntary work. That will have to stop. He ran himself into the ground.
The day before Thanksgiving, he was all set for a family dinner. His wife told him that she wanted a separation. He left the house that night. Ended up having Thanksgiving with his friends in Vermont. During this crisis, he called his wife to let her know what happened and to talk to his son who is five. He has been taking him every weekend and sometimes even longer since all this crap fell down on him. He wanted to let him know why Daddy couldn't take him for a while. His wonderful wife, never once asked him how he was doing every time he called to talk to his son. All she wanted to know was "when are you going to send any money?" Nice wife. I had hopes that with counseling, that they might be able to repair their marriage. I hate to see anyone's marriage fail. Her parents are furious with her. She wants to get back together, but on her terms. After this with her attitude, it "ain't goin' to happen!"
So there it is. I feel much better, except for the miserable news regarding his marriage.