I am very worried about John tonight. Yesterday was one month since his surgery for appendicitis (September 2nd). When we arrived at the hospital at 10pm on a Sunday evening, we were told he probably had kidneystones. They didn't think he was experiencing enough pain to have appendicitis. You don't know this man, I told them. He does not complain. Are you a nurse? They asked me. No, I'm his wife.......
Finally at 1:30 in the morning, they give him an MRI. Glory Be...Whattayaknow....Mr. Pratt, you have appendicitis.....But...you're fortunate...it hasn't burst...Why don't you go home, Mrs. Pratt, We'll operate on him at 7 or 8 in the morning....

I go home, mostly to avoid any sleep deprivation triggers. I woke late Monday morning...Got ready...drove the half hour to The Hospital like a madwoman, knowing that John would be in surgery by the time I finally arrived.

However, when I reached The Hospital, there sat John, still in pain, who told me that his surgery was moved to 11am. Ok...now I'm upset. 11? Don't worry, Mrs. Pratt...You're husband's in good hands. Fine.

After the surgery, the surgeon, who has operated on John before, tells me, "Oh Mrs. Pratt...Very bad rupture, verrry bad rupture....some sepsis."
"But," I respond, "We were told hit hadn't ruptured, last night."
"They can't tell." He responds.

Either way, in my eyes, they waited too long to intervene.....

Thursday, despite my protests....he is sent home. Antibiotics and painkillers

Tuesday...We bring him to doctor. Major infection, ooozing... Stitches removed, he must clean and repack it every day.

He continues to see the doctor 1-2 times a week, gets checked and told..."You keep it very clean." John asks..."When will this heal...?" "It takes time..takes time....."

Well, today he went to the doctor again. This time he is told that they don't like the infection he has and took a culture.... The open wound is still oozing. He is given antibiotics.....(SULFAMETHOXAZOLE)

I think its time for a second opinion and a possible inquiry at the hospital....
I'm trying to keep my emotions in check, and I'm projecting all kinds of horrible fears....I don't want anything bad to happen to him....And...I don't like when things are out of my control.

I've made chicken, salad, bought him his beloved tapioca pudding....and I've got to run out to rehearsal.... I just feel so bad for him.

sigh....feeling quite shaken..........