For the past two weeks, Grant has been complaining of abdominal pain on and off, some of it bad enough to go to the E.R., which I have just told him GO, GO, GO!  Don’t wait for a doctor’s appointment, then weeks to see a specialist with the pain you are having!  He does have Crohn’s Disease.  Stubborn male, as soon as the pain would go away he would say It’s better now, see?  The last two weekends have been harder on me too, because I feel like a single parent, and a sick one at that without Grant’s help.  I feel like my arms are and chest are never going to heal if they keep getting exacerbated.

I hope I don’t sound selfish.  It’s also about the quality of Tyler’s weekends.  I don’t want to spend the day wondering if Grant will go to the E.R., and overly-exhausted because he is laying around all day.  Plus just because Grant is sick doesn’t mean that suddenly I am not.

So today, Grant completely forgot that he had already taken his medications and took a double dose!  I went out to do the chores that Grant could not do and he called me.  He had called for an ambulance.  He was vomiting and so dizzy that he could only crawl.  So that’s what got him to the E.R.  Francesca is able to stay with Tyler and I and Grant is staying in the hospital overnight for observation.  At least now they will be able to see what’s wrong with his stomach, besides an accidental overdose.

Although I am annoyed for all of his stubbornness I do still miss him.  It’s hard when your spouse is in the hospital and you’ve got a little one at home.  You want to follow the ambulance, you want to be there.  But unless it’s really serious, I have to be with Tyler.  It’s like, Have a nice hospital stay, I love you.  I think this is Grant’s fifth or sixth trip to the E.R. since Tyler has been born.

A husband and wife, both chronically ill, both disabled, what are the odds?  When’s Good Morning America coming to our house?