My husband started showing symptoms of his recurring ailment on Tuesday. Kept a close eye on him Tuesday and Wednesday, he was really showing symptoms. I wanted him to go to the ER yesterday afternoon, but he pitched a fit. So I got him under his C-pap all afternoon, and by 5:00 p.m., his O2 was 84. Not great. So we're off to the ER. And there we were, until they admitted him at 12:30 a.m. and to a room by 1:30 a.m. I'd left the hospital at midnight, his mom was with him, to come home and take care of our 4-legged babies and to pack him a bag. BACK TO THE HOSPITAL! I have a recliner to sleep on. You don't go to the hospital to get rest. They were in and out all the time. Husband slept more than me. Dr. came in early and we have a new direction to go in and this one may work. I came home at 11:00 a.m., took 2 naps, and around 4:30 p.m., Carson, my baby, starts screaming at the top of his lungs, and he was holding his little front leg out really weird. Picked him up, and he's still screaming and I had to make a quick decision to take him to the vet or not. I did. He sprained it and he's romping around once again. Then back to the hospital for a few hours. I'm home now, and exhausted. The adrenaline rush is officially over and I want to crawl in the bed and pull the covers over me.......for a year. My pain level has been off the charts. BUT, Jesus has walked through all of it with me.......and I'm very thankful He helped me keep going. The hard part is that husband is going to have to make a lifestyle change and that is going to be difficult. Thank you all for your help! I need an Aaron and Hur right now. 
