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Sunday, July 3, 2022

Finally to the oasis


At long last I was able to leave my husband home alone long enough to go to the oasis. I hadn't been there since June 9, the longest I've ever been away, 24 days. While it was wondrous, it was overwhelming with so much needing done. I wasn't able to water everything, and wasn't able to eliminate the weeds that desperately needed removing, namely, goatheads and Cowpen Daisies. I used a weedeater to cut down a bunch of the latter. It's, at best, a temporary aid. Couldn't get them all, and they'll regrow. Need to get help, I guess.


As for the goatheads, I worked on them until I was exhausted, and needed to get back to town to fix Hugh supper.




Other than rushing around like crazy with no time to assess the butterfly and dragonfly situation, I enjoyed just being there in the peace and quiet, surrounded by odes, birds, and butterflies. Lovely to see some things in bloom that I rarely see blooming, like this senna. It's one I planted, but I don't remember now which species. Maybe Lindheimer's.



Hopefully, we'll get rain and hopefully I can go back in a few days to get some more done.

This is my daughter one month after her brain surgery. She still can't do much of anything.






Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Home at last!

I've always hated Alpine until I pulled into town after having spent 17 days in Odessa. What a beautiful sight! Hugh is progressing every day. I'm hopeful he'll get totally back to normal, mentally and physically.


My son went to water the oasis today. I know it's a hardship for him, but we don't really have much choice. I plan to do it myself next time and get a friend to at least check in on Hugh frequently, if necessary.


Visitors are seeing wonderful things at the oasis. And I'm missing wonderful things. One such sighting was a Great Southern White butterfly seen by a butterflyer, which is a new oasis species. I know I'll have other times to enjoy the oasis, but every time is precious!





Monday, June 27, 2022

Enough is enough

My husband and I couldn't stand another minute of the hospital, so we came home. Doing fine so far. I told him I wouldn't bring him home if he couldn't use a walker. He did good on it.



Today my sister took this picture on our mountain of this Mottled Rock Rattlesnake (I think). I'm missing out on so much.




Saturday, June 25, 2022

New territory for me

I feel like I'm on a roller coaster. One time Hugh will be like his old self, and then later, semi, or not, lucid. At times I vacillate between confidence he's going to be back to his old self soon, to thinking he isn't going to survive this.


Yesterday they finally moved him out of ICU into a room with a view.



Last night was the first time I could spend the night with him. I didn't get a moment's sleep, what with his delirium, and movement that pinched his IV cord setting off a loud alarm. Sometimes it got turned off promptly, but more often went on endlessly, only to start the cycle again as soon as the problem was solved.  And there was the continuous parade of staff in and out doing their thing.  So, early this afternoon, I treated myself to the rest of the day off. I realized I was no help, and was only torturing myself. Today the doctor said he needs to be transferred to a rehab facility. I'm looking into the options.


To cheer me up, or further torture me, not sure which (LOL), my sister sent me pictures taken today from our places at the oasis. First is a Blue Milkwort (Polygala barbeyana).



And next is a Tiny Checkerspot.




Tuesday, June 21, 2022

ICU fatigue

It's really horrible spending every day in the ICU. Soooo not me. I just about quit asking when he can get out of IC. Today I brought up the subject and was told by today's nurse that he's too fragile to consider it yet. Every day has its new crisis. However much I'm suffering, he's suffering more.


At the home I'm spending nights at in Midland I shot my first photo of a Blue Jay.  A bright spot in my day.




Sunday, June 19, 2022

Finally an answer

I had just about decided we'd never know what was behind my husband's twisted colon. Then I got a great list of advice from a birder nurse that included info on twisted colons. I had already known Hugh's was in the cecum area, but didn't know the cause. It makes perfect sense now. When he fell, breaking five ribs, the cecum was torn from the abdominal wall. 

Cecal volvulus is twisting of the cecum and ascending colon. Normally, the cecum and ascending colon are fixed to the abdominal wall. If improperly attached, they can move and become twisted.

He's progressing at a snail's pace, but I'm still hoping for a full recovery. They almost promised me they'd move him out of ICU tomorrow.

Shortly after he was taken to Odessa the town had a water main break. Another pain, and some of the hospital sinks still contain yucky water. The fountains, ice machines, etc. aren't operating. 



The toilets are finally working, but for awhile we had to go outdoors to porta-potties.



Back at the oasis, a visiting birder, Lorrie Lowrie, took this super photo of some Scaled Quail today. So envious!