Hoping for good news today.

Meet my darling fiance/partner/soulmate. This is a picture of him in April, with our baby daughter. It was the first hospital visit for the year, which would later mean more hospital visits throughout the year. He had been sent for paint poisoning, as he was a spraypainter and powdercoater. I’d put him in an ambulance, at the doctor’s orders. She didn’t like the look of him, he was grey, not breathing well, and showing signs of potential heart attack.

He was home in a week, and it became clear that his illness was going to be a lengthy one. In those early days, his situation was considered life threatening. He spent much of his time on the lounge, too breathless to do anything. He began hallucinating, seeing gigantic caterpillars crawling on the wall, and bugs wriggling on his body.

He sat up all night one time, paranoid that I was going to call the police about him. He had terrible mood swings, and was unable to cope mentally with the slightest pressure, and had little patience or tolerance for many situations.

After a few months, he was more able to get up and do some simple things. Now it’s the end of the year, his moods have settled, he interacts with our kids and I much more easily. He is no longer considered to be in a life threatening condition with regards to his poisoning. I think we’ve slowly detoxed him!

However, not working and being at home full time has brought on other problems. You see, we live a few doors up from a petrol station, and he has a petrol allergy. So now, they poor guy has to deal with constant hives and be on a very strict regime of antihistamines. He still gets an extremely aggressive reaction everyday, but this keeps his throat from swelling, and therefore needing to go to hospital as much.

Below is a picture of him when we still didn’t know what he was allergic to a few years ago. This is what would happen without his antihistamines.

Sexy, yes?

Anyway, the point of my pity party today? Well, he’s finally having his first neurology appointment as I type. It’s been cancelled once already, and I’m nervous as hell. I am encouraged by how much he’s improved, but also worried as to what he will be told today. I’m hoping the damage to his brain/nervous system isn’t permanent. I just feel bad for him, and want him to get a break.

I will end with a photo of him in healthier times, last year. With a message to him: I love you, I wish for you to get completely better, however long it takes.