Today was a tolerance day. Hubby has a bad bladder infection and was home yesterday, called in sick with gut pain. He said that it hurt in his gut all the time, hurt a little more when he peed. So I called in and got him a doctor's appointment at 1115am. He went and they put him on Sipro, a strong antibiotic. Now he was told that he needed to drink lots of fluid, non-caffeinated fluids, to flush out his system and bladder while taking this. So he started taking the antibiotic Tuesday afternoon and Tuesday evening. I tried to push Kool Aid on him but he insisted on drinking a huge glass of his iced coffee he makes too.
Comes this morning, he gets up early and takes his pills, including his antibiotic, without eating. Now this antibiotic is one that he has taken before and it always gives him an upset stomach if he doesn't eat with it. So of course, a little while later, he starts throwing up, a lot. And when he took his pills he only drank enough to take them, without drinking a full glass of fluids. So they sat on an empty stomach for an hour. So he throws up violently for awhile. When he comes back to bed, he says that he feels so much worse and acky and horrible. So I do what any good wife would do and call the doctor's office to leave a message for the physician's assistant that he saw yesterday to tell her what was going on and see what she recommended. Well, she recommended that he go into Urgent Care to be seen as it seems to be getting worse. Well, hubby doesn't want to go. He decides to drink a big huge glass of iced coffee and lay down. I tell him he has to drink two other huge glass of water or Kool Aid by the time I get back from taking my parents to lunch or I was taking him in anyways. Then I kissed him and left.
I met my parents at Big Train, a favorite diner of their's. I was following up on our Christmas gift to them of cooking and delivering them a dinner a month. But. come to find out, they thought it was a dinner a week! I must have written weekly in the letter instead of monthly when I was making it out. But I got a long list of things they like, dislike, can't have, diet restrictions and tastes. Should be simple enough. I'll just make extra when I am cooking most things and have a dish set aside for them. Dad is a diabetic like me, but his is more uncontrolled. They really restrict the carbs, so don't do much starches at all, or very little. And mom said when they do have rice, she will make brown rice and then make white rice, and mix them after cooking, since they have different cooking times. When it comes to potatoes, they do sweet potatoes instead of regular potatoes. Minor things that I, as a fellow diabetic, should be doing also. Being like this, they don't do a lot of pasta, and when they do, they gave me the name of the low carb pasta they try to find.
When I got home, hubby said he drank two glasses of water. I didn't believe him but didn't press him to go back into the doctor's. He had another big glass of iced coffee on the nightstand. I didn't say anything then.
I spent the day with him, upstairs sitting on the bed, rewatching the season of Fear of the Walking Dead. I did talk to him one more time about how important it was for him to be drinking non-caffeinated fluids, a big glass once every hour to hour and a half. Told him that was the last I was going to say about it. He complained about how bad he was feeling. It is really hard for me to have sympathy for him when he isn't doing the things he needs to do to make himself feel better. But I stayed with him for the rest of the day.
He was feeling better enough to get up and cook hamburgers for dinner. He likes the way he cooks them so wanted to do them himself. We went to bed about 11pm since I had a doctor's appointment in the morning at 715am, meaning we had to get up at 615 to leave by 640am to get there.
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