Home now, which was a surprise. The neurologist walked into his room yesterday afternoon and said that the stroke issue is not related to the heart which seems to be working properly (they were looking for signs of a-fib. There were none.) He's going to be monitored for a month at home with a Holter monitor. So. While we don't know what the cough is, we know what the cough isn't, which is reassuring, actually.
The doctor walked into the room, told the findings, laid out the home treatment plan and just like that, we were being discharged. My sister and her husband were on their way but the wheel chair was waiting.
We are about 1 1/2 hours from the hospital, and it wasn't until the trip home that I made the connection. One of the drugs, which they stressed as being vitally important, something that HAD to be taken at 4 o'clock was going to be an issue. We wouldn't even be home by four, let alone have time to run to the pharmacy...and it was Sunday anyway...would they even be open?
I pulled off into a Walmart. What to do with Tim? He was moving slowly and so very tired. I was afraid to leave him by himself in a running car. He seemed fine, but what if he got out and tried to find me? Or decided to drive home? This is all new to me. In the end, I asked him whether he was up to a walk in, and he said yes in a surprised way.
Turns out that (of course) the drug is a bit of a specialty thing. They were able to do a partial fill though. They were so very kind and helped me locate the home care things that I needed.
His dose was only 40 minutes late which, all things considered, was amazing.
I opened up the bedroom downstairs so that he is not doing stairs for a while. He is quiet and biddable, a bit child-like. By the time that we got home, he was worn out. He took a nice hot shower. He knew that he wanted to watch the play-off games and found them on television by himself.
I got the room put together and tried to locate the phone charger, and unpack as much as was necessary. About ten minutes from the end of the game, I just went to bed with a book. I was sound asleep before Tim came in. He was up several times in the night. I slept through every last bit of it, which did not make me happy with myself.
He was up when I woke up. I made him a spinach and swiss omelet with strawberries, bananas, cherries, and an orange. He ate it, laid down on the couch and is sleeping still. Probably the best thing for him.