We are in a state of limbo. The number of tests he has had is unbelievable. Progress is slow. Sometimes it is invisible. Next week we have an appointment for an ultrasound of his liver, followed by a meeting with his CPAP doctor and those in charge of it. I don't expect any concrete answers.
It has taken 3 months, but Butch has gotten the CPAP where it works for him. That is good news because it was causing a great deal of stress. The secret for him was a change in the adjustment of the mask. It may not be kosher, but it is working for him, and that's the most important part.
One of the stranger things that has happened is weird dreams and sleep-talking. Sleep-talking is not unusual because he has always done that, but now it is clear what he is saying, and he wakes in the middle and can relate what it was about! He has his own private TV in his head. He will suddenly wake up, look at the TV, and wonder why I turned it off. It was never on! What does it mean? Don't know, don't care. It makes things interesting.
Butch had a reprieve when he had the two cardioversions about a month apart, but now the afib is back and causing complications. Not sure where we go from here. His next cardio appointment is September 23rd. Hopefully, it will be well defined.
Butch and I grew up in the 50's/60's and both of our families played cards as a form of entertainment. Butch's family is a bit more intense than mine. TV was new, and not everyone had one. Also, the addiction was not in full swing as it is now. When the kids are here, we play Wizard, Golf(card game), and Cribbage. Butch is usually our target because he was born lucky and thus consistently wins. He is used to the rest of us ganging up on him. It gives us a goal and him a smile.
I am busy being the legs for both of us, and my computer time has taken a hit, so hang in there. I might be late, but it will appear.
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