My Wonderful Wife

Paula was admitted into Christ Hospital in Oak Lawn on Tuesday for surgery on this leg wound that just will not fucking go away. One Wednesday they did a surgical debridement (many debridements have already been done previously, just not of this magnitude) and informed her that it could be 10 days before she may be able to get a skin graft surgery. Her new specialist wanted her moved to his own private facility which is housed within a local Nursing Home for more intense treatment of the wound. Late Friday evening they moved her from Christ, where she was just beginning to get acclamated to her surroundings. Christ is a nice, huge modern high-tech facility where she had her own room with a large bathroom and cable TV. She gets to the new place (which is a whole story in itself) and, shall I say, it is "rustic" to say the least? Furniture is older than I am (and thats old, man) and it was last decorated around 1990 or so. No phone in the room, a tiny bathroom, a 13 inch TV, a rickety bed and a crazy lady in the next room who moans out loud and shouts "why? why?" all the time . . .

The thing is, this doctor is the bomb when it comes to wound care, and he says he has all the toys and the faculty at this place to get Paula fixed. Right now we just have to trust him. I will say the staff has been incredible and they have taken steps o make her more comfortable, including getting a totally different bed and such. They are very nice people.

Well, I at least got to see her at the "new" place today and I think it helped her spirits some. It sure was nice to see her smile. I am hoping she sees some progress in the next few days and maybe that will lift her spirits some more. Right now she still feels almost no hope. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers right now, it has been tough.