Easter was great, Bubba got spoiled rotten. We woke up to his excited voice, "Mama, Daddy, there's a WAGON in my room!!" Wagon was stuffed with candy, toys, etc.
W has been miserable lately. We almost went to the ER last nite because he could barely walk. He has NOT been overdoing it at all, and it sucks ass. He's the lowest I've ever seen him and I don't know how to help him.
Nephew A is recovering from yet another surgery. They've removed the second graft. His cornea is covered with stuff, don't know if that is good or bad. No word on long term stuff, yet again.
Shortly, I will be heading off to play softball with a bunch of people from the office. On almost professional field. Let's hope I don't get hurt.
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Sympathies to your husband. As someone who was raised by two grandparents with chronic pain of some kind, I know how it's endlessly depressing. I truly sympathize with your hubby. It just seems so wrong that something else can't be done for him. A third opinion? The Patients Bill of Rights was passed a few years ago for reasons like these -- when the (health) system fails you.
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