Emotions Running High

My head aches and my eyes hurt. It has been an emotional day. It started at church last night, and continued to tonight. Bill stopped leaking yesterday afternoon after I drained him, and he stayed dry through the night. This morning, however, once we left the house, he started leaking like a sieve. We met Joe and Ann for breakfast and Bill was soaked by the time we finished eating. We went home and he had to spend this beautiful day on the bed with a towel wrapped around him. Despite valiant efforts to get us draining supplies (thanks, Christina) we couldn't drain him because we did not have any more of the connector needed to start the draining. Around two this afternoon, I had a crazy idea... if you are a part of the medical world this will probably make you cringe, so please scroll down and skip this part. Before I explain, please note that I re-sterilized everything with alcohol. My (brilliant) idea was to dig the old bag (which you have to cut to empty) out of the trash and connect it to Bill in the backyard (in case it spilled), then we could bandage the area and he could make it until we get our shipment tomorrow. So, I sat him on the grass in a lawn chair in his underwear to drain the fluid. Luckily, we didn't have any spills and we used the same bag for three liters. It actually worked really well, but he felt an insane amount of pain afterward. I'm not sure if it was the drain itself, the act of draining, or the fact that he took his last Oxycontin last night and had to borrow Vicodin from Joe, since he just had surgery and didn't really take it. Not having the Oxycontin made for a painful evening. We will get the new prescription tomorrow, and I am going to request they write it for more so we have some leeway and the pills won't need to be rationed as strictly. Whew, it has been a day!