Missing Home

Eric slept in late today. Sort of. Till around 10:00. And it was a perfect day to sleep in. A dreary dark rainy Saturday. He'd say he wasn't sleeping, but he sure looked like he was sleeping. He said he didn't sleep much if at all between 3-7 AM. He wakes up every morning saying he's tired. Sleep is a big problem for Eric. And he's not quite as comfortable today, with more coughing and secretions, shortness of breath. Good days and not so good days.

Have you ever been away from home for an extended period? I have some friends who travel for work, sometimes up to six weeks at a time, and I know they understand the insanity being far from home base for weeks on end can bring. Eric's been hospitalized for ten weeks now, five weeks in Lake Charles, five weeks here at TCH. And we're homesick. Eric and I want to go home. I get teary-eyed just thinking about it. The doctors have started talking about transferring Eric to a rehab facility, but we don't yet know where or when. Probably it will be here in Houston since there are none suitable in LC. I remember a phone conversation with a friend not long after Eric was admitted in Lake Charles. I knew Eric was critical and we were facing a lengthy stay. My friend asked how long I thought Eric would be in the hospital. I said, "I don't know, but probably a month?" And I thought that would be an awful long time. Little did I know . . .