Once home I was feeling anxious for the phone to ring and someone to tell me how my husband was doing. I couldn't stop wondering why he was Septic. How would he of gotten blood poisoning? I decided I needed to clear my head and pull myself together. I needed to think -- so I put on the tea kettle! Laugh if you want, but I don't drink or smoke, so tea is all I have.
Then my puppies, of course, needed attention and to be let outside and fed. In passing I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen to start a list.
The list, oh the list...was a mile long of all the things that had to be done. Now would be a good time for "I dream of Jeanie" to appear and use her magic to fix this mess I felt we were in. It was a tug-of-war between my emotions and my strength to carry on and do whatever had to be done. My husband needed me now more than ever.
Then the phone call came from the Emergency Department of the Yellowknife hospital. The doctor said I should get there as soon as I could and that he would do up the required letter so that Medical Travel would make my flight arrangements. He said that my husband was hanging in but that they wanted to MediVac him out again to Edmonton where the Specialist was. They got a hold of the Specialist but figured they would not be able to move Neil for a couple of days. He needed to get as much antibiotics into his system as possible to fight the infection, and to top it off the hospital in Edmonton had a shortage of beds for incoming patients.
So now there was not doubt in my mind. I knew exactly what I had to do. I started making calls to round up some help. This was a humbling experience and pride was of no importance. The trip was not going to be a short one if they were sending him out to Edmonton. I figured if the doctor's letter was received the next day, they would be able to get me on the plane the following morning. There was a flight at 8 am. Our community of only 1100 people, being so small, had very few flights a day. So with limited time to get things done, sleep went out the window and the work began. I packed boxes and my luggage to prepare to leave.
In the morning friends showed up and we literally moved everything from one house to the other in one day. I got a call saying my flight tickets were ready for pick-up, so I rushed over to get them. By 6 pm our friends were done helping to move our stuff and looked very tired. They were so wonderful, they never even stopped for lunch. Once they were done and said good-bye, then my job continued. Now I had to clean the empty house so our Landlord could do a walk-thru. By one AM I was finally finished. I drove to our new house to find everything piled everywhere and anywhere, so I had absolutely no idea where anything was. I heated up some leftovers, my first meal of the day, and could not find the silverware to eat it with. Oh well, I had fingers so I put them to use. Too tired to finish eating the puppies happily helped themselves.
I called the hospital again and found out that my hubby had been moved to the ICU and was being monitored closely. The fact that he was out of the Emergency Department allowed me to breathe a little easier. I lay on the couch, as the bed was not put together and was buried behind a lot of boxes. I closed my eyes and said a little prayer before falling to sleep. A few short hours later at five AM I was up making sure I had all we needed to take on this trip and of course had that much needed cup of tea.
The puppies and I arrived at the airport early. I watched as they loaded the dog kennels onto the plane. We were on our way.
To be continued tomorrow...Tori
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