At last we brought Bo home from the hospital yesterday afternoon. It had been 6 1/2 days since we took him to the emergency room with extreme pain in his stomach. Long days that are a blur to me now, maybe because I’m sleep deprived.
Has the problem been solved? No, not really. I was relieved to have a battery of tests done to find out what’s going on, and to consult with doctors about his daily habits. I was also relieved to have tests done in the least stressful way (would never have taken him for a colonoscopy…he couldn’t have tolerated the preparation.) But by the time they gave it to him at the hospital Friday, the prep had been done — all week.
What did we find out? He has two kidney stones which may be causing the pain, but they’re small. He had an obstructed bowel, a chronic condition, which we may be better able to manage now. He has high blood pressure and several other issues which the doctors wanted to treat, but I said NO. I am keeping my promises to Bo: no life-extending meds or procedures.
He is so weak that Jon could hardly get him up the steps to go to bed, and I’m concerned about him falling. He was no sooner in his bed yesterday than he began to complain of the stomach pains again, which I have to think are the kidney stone, so I gave him 3 Tylenols and he slept until Jon got him up about 9 pm, brought him downstairs and he ate part of a bowl of comforting (we hope) soup, then his head was on the table so Jon took him back up to bed where I stayed with him for the night.
Today, he is sleeping.