Rescuing Limoges

Adam has been so sick (more about that in a second), and sometimes I need a break to cope. Yesterday I went down to the thrift store just before they closed. Granny Marigold, this is for you! I rescued some Limoges china! Yes, I did!

 It was so lovely and delicate, I could not leave it there, sad in its cardboard box on the shelf among the ugly mugs. 

I'm making these photos nice and big, Granny Marigold!

There were 3 plates (salad plates, I think?), 4 saucers, and a single cup. All for $4. That tea cup is lighter than air, the bone china is so thin.

Now, on to Adam. Yesterday afternoon he said quietly to me, "Now, I don't want to scare you or anything, but I think it's time to go to the E.R."

So we went. They do triage in a tent in the parking lot because of coronavirus. This is as far as I got. That's Adam's knee in the orange shorts. Why do men wear their ugliest clothing to the hospital?

He was in very bad shape. With a CT scan, they discovered he has a peritonsillar abscess in his throat. This can result from Mononucleosis (so says Google), which he's had since late March. They will do an endoscopy today of his throat and then an ENT surgeon will address the abscess. They're also treating his very swollen mouth/tongue/lips with steroids and are doing a biopsy because of the appalling, large sores in his mouth and on his tongue. The poor man has suffered like Job with this for many weeks. He's been sick since at least March 24, when I noticed he had started bandaging his eye. 

I wish I could get him back home today. A home is a very lonely place when one's beloved spouse is gone. The dogs are moping. I woke at 4:26. We've already been texting back and forth before 6:00 a.m. He says he is remarkably comfortable. He has 2 IV's with steroids, antibiotics, and antifungals, plus fluids. He was dehydrated. 

Just as a reminder to me in future, and as a cautionary tale for you readers -- Adam went to an ENT doctor in New Bern on May 18, two and a half weeks ago. Adam was referred by his P.T., who requested an endoscopy of his throat. This would have shown the abscess, but Dr. Grant did not do that. He felt Adam's throat, wondered why the P.T. had even sent Adam to him, told Adam he did not have cancer, and sent him on his way with a blister pack of steriods that lasted 5 days, and a prescription for "Duke's Magic Mouthwash" that cost us $25. 

Today, Dr. Grant is the ENT the hospital has called in to do an endoscopy to determine the size of the abscess, before another ENT surgeon comes in to address it. I bet it's bigger than it was on May 18, when he should have done this procedure at much less expense to us, in his office. 

We finally got an appointment with a different ENT in Greenville that would have happened next Tuesday, over 3 weeks after the previous visit to Dr. Grant. Because he did not do his job, my husband ended up in the hospital coughing up blood and tissue. 

It is time to get to the bottom of this, and when you have to admit yourself to the E.R. to get any answers at all from the medical community, it is a sorry state. That's expensive healthcare, in a country where healthcare is more expensive than just about anywhere else, and not as high quality. We pay a lot for ineptitude. 

Okay, enough griping! I've had my first cup of fabulous coffee and a bit of toast. Time to take the dogs out, tend to chickens, and decide how to occupy myself while pretending not to worry about my husband. Blessings to you all!