Well, my father-in-law is still hanging in there. We went to visit him Friday night in the hospital. Hubby’s sisters were there, too. My FIL seem to be in pretty good spirits despite the fact that he can’t move or swallow. Somehow this paralysis hasn’t effected his speaking or his sense of humor. He begged all of us for a sip of water which we of course couldn’t do without the risk that would end up in his lungs and either drown him or give him pneumonia. Please, he’d say. Nobody’s looking.
He had a roommate in the next bed and when the roommate’s heavy-set wife entered the room my FIL greeted her with a ‘Hi gorda!’ For anyone that doesn’t know what that means, ‘gorda’ is how you would describe a large female in Spanish. We were pretty much mortified but if the woman understood Spanish she didn’t let on.
We stayed for a while in the waiting area while other family went in to visit with my FIL. I sat with my sister-in-law who told me she was no longer speaking with her 20-something daughter. Said daughter has a child who just turned 1. We were invited to the birthday party and SIL was not. I didn’t dare tell her. When the topic of the baby’s birthday came up I positioned myself so that my foot was closest to Hubby’s shin, lest he spill the beans. Much to my relief this info was not forthcoming and Hubby’s shin was spared.
Saturday brought the usual errands. I am actually one of those people who enjoys grocery shopping. To me I love the challenge of getting a deal. I like to look online and find coupons in addition to the ones I cut out of the Sunday paper. I read labels and just generally like to take my time going through the aisles. Saturday was also hubby’s birthday. We had debated on whether to go on with the scheduled dinner at a local restaurant due to his father’s condition but in the end he still wanted to go ahead with it.
There were 8 people in attendance at a local steak restaurant that is located right near a popular resort. It’s somewhat touristy but the food is good and the view is outstanding. The entire building is made of heavy wood that has been branded with irons of all designs. Wagon wheel lamps adorn the ceilings and the wait staff dresses like cowboys. It’s somewhat kitschy but very fun. On the menu was rattlesnake. We decided to try it. It was okay. Nothing to write home about. And no, it didn’t taste like chicken. 😉 It sort of tasted like a whole lot of fried nothingness. A friend said it tasted like fried okra to her.
A girlfriend of ours made a wine bottle-shaped cake and had the vintage listed as the year Hubby was born. It was such a nice surprise for him. While hubby was engaged in conversation I got the waitresses attention and advised her of the birthday. Of course after dinner several other wait staff members came over to the table ringing a cowbell and singing Happy Birthday. There were even a few ‘yee-haws’ thrown in for good measure. Hubby got a cowboy hat to wear that featured a bandana of Arizona’s state flag wrapped around the top. Towards the end of the night I leaned over and asked him if he was having a good time. He smiled wide and said that he was having a great time. It was nice to see him in such good spirits.
On Sunday hubby went to visit his Dad again in the hospital. He didn’t seem to be in as good of spirits as he did at the beginning of the weekend. He begged hubby to take him outside. Of course he couldn’t take him outside. The doctors seem to think the paralysis is caused by a reaction from two cholesterol lowering medications. They have since taken him off those meds. It is unclear yet if he’ll recover and get the strength back in his body.
Hubby didn’t seem happy after work yesterday. I did my best to stay out of his way because he was not in a good mood. I had to bite my tongue a few times to keep from saying something back. He’s working lots of hours this week so I think it may be a good thing. I’m trying to be understanding but man, this can be trying.