I'm thinking Jesus never used some of the language John's been using. lol
(John didn't used to curse this much. Then again, he didn't used to be in this much pain or feel this helpless.)
Is your aunt's mixed-up mind getting better? Have you caught the new rhythm in life yet?
I though John's cobwebbed brain was going to progressively get better, but that's taken another back step today, so obviously that's two steps forward and one step back too.
I'm very connected to my teddy bears and John indulges in that with me. But, when we have nightmares, it's often we either lose one of the teddy bears or someone steals them. I mentioned two of the bears, and he tried to correct me by saying just one of their names. I went back to both of them. (They're more his teddy bears than mine, although, they're all mine. His connection is he makes them do and say funny things to make me laugh. And then I try to respond with my teddy bear saying something funny in return. This is how we try to make each other laugh every day.) He said the one was stolen. I recognized that as his recurring dream, and told him that. He was so relieved. Then he asked about my bear, and I told him he was fine too. Doubly relieved, so I'm guessing something happened to mine in a dream too.
Shortly after that, he was really angry that they cut his ear without his consent and now they won't give him ice chips. At first, I thought he was talking about his heart operation, but he said, "No. What's it called when they take your ear off?"
I quickly checked his ear -- no cuts. So I told him, "I don't know and hope I never have to find out, but your ear is fine. Another nightmare perhaps?"
His angry dissipated immediately. When the nurse came in, he was kind enough to tell the truth about ice chips. John bloated up because of all this, so he's on diuretics. Apparently, they keep track of how much fluids he gets, including ice chips. He isn't trying to be mean, but he really wants to make sure all that ice doesn't cause an infection. Not what we wanted to hear, except, unlike the last hospital, it was the truth. John thanked him for explaining.
My car made an eerie sound and an eerie thumping noise just as I was pulling into the hospital garage. At all sharp turns, it felt and sounded like those bumps they put on the side of the road to tell you when you've drifted off the road. I'm not mechanically inclined, so I asked John two questions:
1. Any idea what it is? I'm thinking the power steering fluid is leaking.
2. Is this something needed to be fixed immediately?
He said it wasn't the power steering, but it does need to get fixed immediately. (Holiday, so no mechanics working today.) Later he said it might be the power steering. lol
What makes that doubly funny is that might not have been his fuzzy mind. Both he and Dad know I know nothing about mechanical stuff. I know what can go wrong with cars only because most of my cars were old and just about everything that could go wrong with a car has gone wrong at one time or another, and I know what it feels and sounds like. Therefore, when something is wrong with the car, I guess what I think it is and both of them dismiss that. Until about five minutes later, when they come up with the exact same conclusion. lol
God has been protecting me big time. He's done small things for me. (Giving me a parking spot near my house only at times when I really need one. The other day, I was making a quick trip to the grocery store, except no one told the cashiers it's "quick." It took me half an hour to shop and an hour to check out -- and only one person in front of me -- because of one problem on top of another one. BUT, I was in a foul mood afterward, because I'm rushing, so I asked for God's help to get me out of the mood. First time ever -- I hit every green light on the road home. Might sound normal for you, but that road is the same road both of our stadiums are on, and also the same road as the docks are -- where all the food and supplies for eastern PA, Jersey and Delaware come in, so no small docks and lots of trucks -- so there is no way all those lights would stay green without God doing that for me. And always a place to park at the hospitals. Small stuff like that.) I was afraid to drive home, (especially after I felt a huge piece of metal hit right under my seat when I was pulling out and I only know how to get home on one of America's top 25 worst roads), so I asked him to protect me and protect all cars around me. The feeling/noise only happens at sharp turns. To get home, I only have to turn one corner and nothing happened when I did that. And then, not only could I park on my street, I could suburban park on my street. (99.5% of the time I park in my neighborhood, I have to parallel park. In the suburbs, if you want to park on the street, you just pull up to the curb and park. That's all I had to do today.)
I could use prayers that I can coordinate with the mechanic tomorrow AND see John. I could also use prayers it doesn't cost a mint to fix. I don't know what a transmission is, but I hear they're very expensive.
And here's an odd request. John is right so often, I assume everything he says is right. I've actually taken to counting the times he's wrong, and he's only been wrong three times since 1991. (The year I started counting, simply because no one can be right that often. lol) So, now that his brain has cobwebs, please pray I know when not to believe him. I really believe him that they cut his ear, until he said they took it off. I'd hate to believe him, if he tells me it's time to sell the car, simply because he said it is time to sell the car.
Also, he aches all over. It ebbs and flows, but unless I'm there to ask and tell him, he never notices when it lessens, making him very grumpy. (He's really a very nice guy. I think he averages two grumpies a year. And, yes. I am fully aware we aren't the same there. lol) Please pray that God makes him more aware when pain levels go down so he can enjoy that.
On the good news front, he's not getting oxycodone anymore. (He really hated that stuff.) They're going with a patch of Lidocaine, which numbs the area in pain without making his mind go foggy. But, he's also allergic to the sticky stuff on the patch. He's always been willing for that spot of skin to puff up, turn red, and itch like crazy, but the patch is in a spot where he can't scratch now. No allergic reaction would be nice.