An Unexpected Saturday
The blood machine hums to my left. Dull beeps sound through the room. I hear my love moving around in his sleep. Ambient sounds abound in a hospital room. My body is exhausted, but my mind is still racing. My eyes want to close, yet as soon as those lids hit together, they spring open. I remember where I am. I remember why I’m here.
Today was unexpected. For the past several days, my dearest Chris hasn’t felt “right”. He was short of breath and sometimes dizzy. His heart was racing, and a headache would rear itself on-and-off. We thought maybe it was appetite. Surely it was just allergies. Perhaps it was stress at work.
Then there was the excruciating headache on Friday that was accompanied by nausea and increased dizziness. Maybe he was just worried. Surely, it’s just allergies. We ate some crackers, drank some water and watched Bill Murray’s Christmas special. It was weird, on par for the night.
Saturday morning was worse. My love could barely walk up and down the stairs in his apartment. His skin was ashen. His lips were white. He most certainly looked worse. And I knew things were bad when he volunteered to go to the doctor. So I drove us to an urgent care center. Upon seeing him, he was immediately admitted. From there, tests were administered. Needles were inserted, and blood was drawn.
After about 30 minutes, the results were in. His hemoglobin counts were stupid low, like the average level is 12, and his was six. The doctor’s order was to head immediately to the Emergency Room. So we did just that. Thankfully, the ER was only an eight minute drive away. When we arrived, I was going to just drop him off at the door but realized he needed me to support him. I accidentally put my car in reverse instead of park and almost hit a family. My mind wasn’t quite working.
Once he got situated in his room, a nurse came out to find me, and I was able to see him. It was surreal to see him in that hospital gown and in that bed. I know he’s been sick before, but I’ver never witnessed it, not even a cold. It’s like everything felt more real, more temporary. And my love for him grew exponentially in that moment.
Shortly thereafter, his mother and father arrived, then his sister-in-law, and he was surrounded by a loving support system. It was decided he needed a blood transfusion, so we watched as someone else’s blood was pumped through his body. Right now he just finished his third bag blood. He’s still weak, but he’s due one more bag, and this one should do the trick. Side Note: I want to say “thank you” to anyone who has ever donated blood! You’re appreciated!
Right now, he’s sleeping in his hospital bed. He only has two pillows, but he’s used to at least four. He’s in his skinny jeans and hospital robe. He’s his own man even now. I’m worried about my man. I want to know what the cause is. I wish I could fix it for him right now. It’s frustrating, but the team of prayer warriors surrounding us with faith, love, prayers and strength is helping me feel confident that he will be fine, that the doctors will quickly identify his issues and that he’ll feel better tomorrow. We are blessed to be encompassed by such loving family and incredible friends. I can feel the love, and it’s strengthening me.
I love you, Christopher Davis! I’m so blessed to have you in my life.