I know, I know. I left you in the middle of pōpoki tales. I’m really sorry. But I have a really good reason.
Early Friday morning on February 3rd, Nolemana woke me up, saying he was having chest pains and thought we needed to go to ER. Which we did. To make a long story short, a week later he was in surgery at a hospital in downtown Portland, having a double bypass. In the two days he was home prior to surgery, I gracefully managed to trip over the kitty scratcher on the floor, hitting my upper rib hard on the armrest of a very hard wicker chair and have been in a great deal of pain.
Since the 3rd, my days have been full of trips downtown everyday, then taking care of him once he came home, which was on Feb 16th.
He’s really doing very well, but I am exhausted all the time being his caregiver and running the house. We haven’t been working, obviously, but my days are very full just trying to keep things going despite a hurt rib that makes it painful to breathe, let alone to much else.
Nolemana has been getting wonderful physical therapy, visits from the home health care nurse, and in about a week will start cardio rehab.
I have to count, weigh, and measure every single thing he eats so that his carbs and sodium stay within the prescribed limits. By doing so, his previously out of control diabetes is now under control.
I will try and get back to kitty tales soon. I do apologize for keeping you all in suspense about Keola and Noelani, but I am running on fumes.