Mo Phine

I gotta give the boy credit. It took a mom, a grandma and two large nurses to hold him down and put that IV in. Where was dad? Dad was pacing in the hallway squeezing a stress ball for ten minutes while his son screamed like a banshee behind the curtain.

This photo is after the morphine was put into his system. He was pretty punchy and had Mistress and grandma dabbing tears of joy and laughter at his nonsensical comments and the return of his long lost sense of humor.

Mighty Mo is in pretty serious shape. He has lost ten pounds or 20% of his body weight. As I mentioned in earlier posts he has been throwing up fresh blood since the surgery a week ago, most recently at the decision point of going to the ER. He has taken in less than 50 calories in the last eight days. He was drinking water during the week but we.re not surprised when the doctor said he was in a seriously dehydrated condition. The picture doesn't show it but he skin was very yellow. His throat is still a bit green from the surgery and lab results are being done to see what his blood and cultures looked like. Mistress was finally glad to speak with a doctor that didn't make her feel like an idiot. I guess today with the way he was acting we felt a turn had been made. Probably a turn to manic madness and not the general well being we were expecting.

Mighty Mo has been admitted for the next day at least. Mistress is staying the night with him and I am at home. I have a rather.....uncomfortable relationship with hospitals, as you might imagine and it drives me absolutely batty being in one either as the patient or the parent/spouse. I will go back in the morning and do what I can.

I have been reading Mo and Mistress the emails that come in, he takes some comfort in them, Mistress more so. I am reminded that this is one of those times, yet again, when people are amazed at how sick Mo is when all they see is how happy he is and how he immediately pulls people towards him. When he just a baby and we were dealing with all his issues, we thought it was us, that we were bad parents. That we willed or wanted all these 'auto-immune', colitis symptoms to be true, when visually he had so much gravitas. But once the visual acuity tests were done and the true testing commenced, we were validated. That and the one foot thick medical file he has at his primary doctors office.

Mo is the pride and joy of my life. He is stronger than me. When I see his condition on a daily and hourly basis and feel sorry for him, it is him that lifts me up. Those that have been around him often or met him once, remember him long afterwards. He pulls people to him like none other I have seen. He is a true light in this world. Today morphine made him normal. Soon enough the energy will be his alone again.