Okay, so I'm up here in the hospital with my husband. Of course I don't want to leave his side because I'm freaking worried sick about him and want to be here every second of the day. Well......his mom and dad also think they need to be here every second of the day. And I'm not kidding, they never leave. This is the first time I've been in this room alone with my husband in three freaking days. DH can't pee (TMI I know) but I thought they should put in a cathader and keep it there until they figure out why he can't.......they don't need to do a in and out, then have to come back in five hours and do it again. Well, MIL overrided me and talked DH into doing a in and out. Guess what, they just left from doing the Foley like I suggested that they do ALL ALONG! I suggested this shit yesterday........but they looked at me like I was nuts. Now they are on a trip thinking this hospital isn't doing everything they can and we should move him a hour away to the bigger hospital. Well, no, I'm not gonna do that. Unless I feel his care is lacking I refuse. He's getting better, all except this not peeing thing. And they took him about a hour ago to do a ultrasound to try and pinpoint the reason behind it. FIL told me if DH can't pee on his own by the morning then we are moving him. UMMM...no, we're not. We're not moving him at all for several reasons. 1. Our family doctor (whom we have known for years and is very good friends with DH) is here and is the one treating him. 2. They are doing everything they can to find out the problem, I have no doubt that in the morning the Doc will be here to tell me what is up. 3. This is the town we live in, this is where my kids are at and I'm not moving him a hour away and having to drive that far every day back and forth. I'm just not gonna do it............I spend the night then after the doc leaves I go home, take a shower, get something to eat, and come back and stay for the rest of the time. That's been my daily routine for the past three days. Well,maybe it's a little selfish but I refuse to add a hour onto my commute to get to my husband. The only way I'd do that is if I felt this hospital wasn't caring for him good enough. But they are. End of freaking story.

Next, this is a hospital for heaven's sake. They bring coffee in.....okay....whatever, but their damn mugs keep spilling and now there is coffee all over the damn floor. They have candy, chips, fast food, etc sitting all around the room. When I got back from my shower today I sent them home. I had enough. I cleaned this room, threw away the millions of freaking papers that they had laying all over the floor, cleaned up the food, cleaned up the floor, had them come and mop for me, changed his sheets because some coffee was on those also, etc. I was in here cussing my ass off. **Don't worry, I did this when DH was gone for his ultrasound. He came back to a hospital room the way it should be. When my FIL came back in he asked what happend to all of his stuff. I said "I dunno, they must have came and cleaned. They mentioned a bug problem to me so I'm sure they didn't want candy, chips, and coffee laying all over the floor.

FIL stayed for a little while and bitched about this and that then he finally left. MIL isn't here yet but don't you worry, she's on the way!!! Nothing will keep her from her little baby boy for more than ten damn minutes!!

UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess I should say thank the Lord that he has a family that is here to support him but damn they are driving me up the freaking wall right now. I'm on edge as it is and this is just getting to me.

Thanks for listening to me bitch.