Life has sucked for the last few months.
Late April: My wife had an infection, my sister in law had a minor stroke and my father in law had a blood clot bruise thing in his leg and had a surgery to remove it. All three were in different hospitals at the same time.
My wife ended up going home, my sister in law went to a inpatient rehab center and my father in law went to another inpatient rehab facility. My father in law has been semi invalid with diabetes issues for years. He was cared for by his wife, my wife's step mother, who herself was battling cancer.
Early May: My wife goes back to the hospital with a suspected heart attack, thank God it wasn't, but severe dehydration along with some other less threatening heart problems.
While my wife was still in the hospital and my sister in law and father in law was in their respective rehab facilities, my mother in law died. It seems that while she told us she was recovering, she wasn't and her last few weeks she avoided everyone "so not to bother anyone" until she passed away, leaving everyone shocked, especially her husband.
May and June: Much time is spend driving my sister in law around and going back and forth to another town about 50 miles away to keep my father in law sane in his rehab facility. Sister in law is out, handicapped and demanding. I do all this ignoring my own family, missing my Dad's birthday and fathers day.
July: My Dad has a stroke and dies in the hospital a few weeks later. I still have his birthday card, fathers day card and am ridden with guilt. At least I get to see my family for a few more days.
Meanwhile father in law returns home and is still having a terrible time dealing with his grief. He refuses to go to a hospice sponsored grief counseling saying he doesn't need it when five minutes later he is staring at the urn, crying. BTW, this behavior continues to this day.
Sometime during July my wife, a diabetic, takes a callus scraper to her big toe and grinds a hole in it all the way to the meat. She fails to tell anyone about her wound.
August: After my wife goes to the State Fair, the wound becomes infected and she goes back to the hospital for week. Hospital copays are becoming a burden to the budget.
Fortunately a new project at work that ended today gave me a lot of overtime for a few months. Lots of stress too, like I've not enough.
Out of the hospital my wife goes another month before anyone bothers to really look at the toe.
September: I'm working my tail off all week long and Saturdays, still going to care for my father in law on Sundays. I'd long told my sister in law to hang onto another teat.
My wife sees a Podiatrist, who sends her to a wound care clinic. The wound care clinic prescribed some cream called Santyl which is a de-briding enzyme, that dissolves necrotic tissue. After twelve hours we take off the bandage and I almost gag. What was a scabby little raw spot is now a gaping hole in her toe, and I can see the bone.
She been to the wound clinic a few times, has had an MRI on the toe and they decided the bone was infected.
October: Oct 1 is that day she gets to go in to have her big toe amputated. Damn it all. What NEXT? Complications? Someone else dies? I'm really mad about this toe thing. All the other crap was life happening or un-happening, but her toe being destroyed was a train wreck between her vanity and stupidity.
Sorry about the rant, the tale, but I'm really fed up.