Good news: The results of the CT scan were favorable: no
infection visible, some reduction in the fluids in his abdomen, but if anything
slightly more liquids in his lungs.
Mike was able to talk a little
more. He wants to know what is going
on. I told him he was very sick and in
the ICU again. I finally asked him if he
was scared. I told him to remember to
put himself in the hands of God. I have never seen Mike use the rosary as a way
of calming himself, but I decided to give it a go. WOW! Shivani and I sat there together, reciting
it. He fell asleep. If I stopped, he'd
become agitated. His blood pressure would shoot up. Then we started the rosary again, he calmed
down and dozed off. I don't know if this
will always be the case; I can only hope so. For now, the effect was dramatic.
His need to control is showing its
face in some other situations. He's telling me to be quiet, hmm, more like shut
up. This has shown up several times. Now in the past, he has often accused me
of bibble-babble, which means I'm talking about something he's not interested
in. I think it's safe to say I'm interested in more things than he is. He has two reactions: Positive: I'm always
interested in everything and interesting.
Negative: He's sick of my bibble-babble.
In this case, I think he wants me to stop
asking questions and making suggestions to the staff. Interesting: because he often told me,
"If I'm in a hospital, don't leave my side." So while he is telling
me to go, he is also telling me to stay.
Poor guy, he is totally lost. I'm exhausted from the effort and from the
roller coaster ride. However, there is
another possibility. I asked him if he didn't want me talking to other people. He nodded. It may be that he only wants me
paying attention to him. I must say,
that would be out of character. If all
he can manage is telling me to shut up, I'll take it. We'll deal with this
behavior once he feels better.
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