That could pretty much sum up this post as a whole. Two weeks ago Brett spent a week in the hospital sick with malaria. Even though he took malaria meds while in PNG, those never guarantee that you won't contract it. Anyways, two months after coming home, he came down with it. You may be thinking, poor guy which is DEFINITLEY applicable, but at least there's the bright side of having street cred in foreign countries, which is pretty neat. No but seriously, it was a horrible week. He had a temp above a hundred for over a week, constant migraines, chills, vomiting, and couldn't eat. For a guy who can't sit still...like ever, seeing him laid out in a bed unable to move was scary. My family couldn't picture it and I hope I don't have to again any time in the near future...or ever.
| poor lil guy in the ER |
| passing out from giving blood...again |
Shout out to Evie Jones for all the malaria advice and for assuring me my comatose hubs wasn't gonna die! Thank you, thank you! Also a huge thanks to all the people who came to visit and who were praying! It felt amazing to have such incredible support.
Side note, here's a few nuggets of wisdom I gained from this experience....
1. hospital food is prison food...literally...they're made by the same company
2. bring a blow up mattress when sleeping in a hospital for a prolonged period of time, those couches they give you might look nice but will only cause you pain
3. good nurses are angels from the Lord and should be paid loads of money
4. the more pain meds the better...seriously, pump them in as often as possible
5. if they take blood everyday from the same arm, you will begin to look like an oompa loompa
much love.
-morgan
much love.
-morgan