Trivial Complaints

I have a vehicle now. Lyle worked so hard to try and find me a car so I can keep my job. He walked a couple of miles yesterday morning to a guy that has a towing business. He also sometimes purchases cars and fixes them up to sell. He negotiated a deal for a ford ranger pickup because that's all that he had available. It won't fit the ten of us but it will certainly get me to work which is of utmost importance. He found a way to borrow the money which I am sure what embarrassing to him and even ended up having to paint a garage for free to get the vehicle. And all this he did while being dizzy, having a headache, and being generally sick. Even when he is grouchy, which is a lot of the time, I love this man. He takes care of our family as best as he can. He isn't perfect, he can be an ass but he loves us and would do anything for us.

Yesterday, I we found out why he has been having some health problems. He has had problems off and on with dizziness and he had seizures last year. All of it has been kind of scary. He has had mood swings and last friday he spent the night in the hospital. He had been sitting in his chair and suddenly fell out of it collapsing to the floor unconsciously for a brief couple of seconds. He was dazed and at first all we could do is struggle to sit him up. Then he didn't want anyone to touch him. We eventually got him back up in his chair. He began sweating profusely and actually made a puddle of sweat. He was sweating like someone turned on a faucet. He became irritable didn't want anyone touching him and then proceeded to vomit. I told him that if he didn't think that he could get to the car, I was calling a unit. He told me to call a unit which in itself should have clued me into how bad he was. He hates going to the doctors and he hates our local small town hospital. When the unit arrive they said his bp was 100/55 and that they needed to get him to the hospital. At the hospital they had trouble getting his temperature because it had dropped to 95. At the hospital his blood pressure then skyrocketed to 160/96 and later evened out. The ekg showed irregular electrical activity. They ran CAT scans and blood test and kept him for observation. They discharged him on Saturday afternoon and didn't really tell us what happened and since we only really trust our doctor we went and saw her yesterday. She told us that Lyle has mastoiditis. That the CAT scan picked it up in the emergency room and that there was a large area that was affected. She explained that it was serious, that he would probably have to have surgery and it would be expensive. She also said that it could have went into his brain and that's what could have been causing all of the other symptoms that he has been having regularly. We will go to the specialist and find out more, but in the mean time I will worry. I will enjoy every second that I have with him. I will have to pinch myself to remember that it's real and not a movie. I will admire him when he goes and paints the garage to pay for my car to get to work. I will worry about him as he tries to get his obligations completed. I am not saying that he will die, he could, but either way it is frightening to consider the possibilities. And hopefully all of this will be for nothing and we will go to the specialist and he will tell us that all he has to do is a small surgery with little risk and everything will be just fine. But then again maybe this is what I need to do to cope with the possibilities. Everything else is trivial. This is important. I love this man.