Flutterings brought back to earth

So Bobby D thought he had the flu. Chills, fever...weak and certainly flu-like symptoms, followed by discomfort in the right foot that quickly spread up the foot ...then the second toe distended, red, streaking red up beyond the ankle...and in another 24 hours, he was in ER, getting his blood sugar checked, his blood cultured, on and on. All the good stuff that comes with the ER--cold rooms, the feeling that germs of unknown power are touching you, the whole thing. Ick.
Given IV antibiotics, the red streak spread northward, nearly doubling...a second round of IV antibiotics, and a third...when the med director of the ER took a look (three young Docs opined on the days previous to this) and invited Bob to stay a while.
He did, and once the fever abated (vancomycin seems to be the Uzi of antibiotics), he got to experience the difference it makes to have lowered blood sugar, blood pressure and weight. finally, we are no longer in a tenuous situation but watching the body move toward a healing process on its own, thus the fluttering of my heart has now settled down to come back to earth, (i'll freely admit that i'm not fond of the prospect of seeing another husband die in the hospital)the reality of the need to maintain those good numbers and that happy weight loss.

perhaps old age has found us. but this might be the best thing that has ever happened to mr. davis. Gratitude to God is the first order of business, followed by determination to keep him in a place of health (blood sugar of 101 this morning. nothing short of miraculous, given the history). interestingly, i had become completely frustrated over my love's not caring for himself and had rather loudly given it to God one morning just a few weeks before this infection. He has the sense of humor to act. (And to make sure that everyone who came into the room repeated the same mantra, "Oh, you're diabetic, aren't you?!") which reinforced for him the reality of the possible result of being dead if he himself did not love the beautiful person God has made enough to keep him functioning. So for now we are not dead, we are quite possibly the healthiest i've ever seen my sweet husband. There aren't enough thank-yous in the world to all who prayed and most of all to God who has the good sense, and the sense of humor, to put our guy right where he needed to be to get the fine wake-up call he received!