Your wife will not leave you over your illness.
Wishing you well. Hang tough.
Hang in there!
“In sickness and in health” isn’t just words; she said that when she married you and she meant it. If she “leaves” it’ll be to stop by home and get a shower so she doesn’t horrify you with how stinky she’s gotten with worrying about you.
Get some rest, and hopefully the docs will figure it all out soon so you can get sprung. Hang in there, and update when you can.
Oops I’m late to the party… well okay it isn’t a party, um, well I’m late. 
Hmm… well, since you seem to be temporarily incapacitated and harmless, I’ll risk a hug. (((Skald))) Now get better soon! Prayers and well wishes going your way.
Keeping a good thought for you - take 'er easy.
This. Good advice.
Also mention the trouble sleeping (they will generally give you sleep meds - take them if allowed) and anxiety issues. Sometimes they need to tinker with the settings, er, meds a bit. Not everyone reacts to things the same way.
No reason to be more miserable then you have to be.
{hugs} from your minions on the West Coast.
Hang in there! I kept expecting my hubby to leave when I went through my year of auto-immune hepatitis, but he stuck around. I did the same when he was on his bumpy road recovering from his fissure.
We do that.
Quick recovery, you are one of my favorites and as a spoiled brat, I am disinclined for you to be less than fighting form. I always get what I want.
You have been warned.
Better listen to her, Skald. I think she’s serious.
All best wishes.
The needs of the one … outweigh the needs of the many.
We have your back, Skald. It’s how we roll around here.
Hang in there, Skald. We’re all rooting for you.
You’re one of the good guys. Get well as soon as possible; we need you here.
I’m actually thinking that you mood may be physiologically affected by your predicament. In other words, your feelings, as real as they feel, aren’t actually real. I’ve never quite been able to do it, but maybe some mindfulness, of just accepting your emotions but not believing them to be definitely true, would be helpful. Acknowledge you feel bad, but don’t trust the unrelated thoughts like your wife leaving you or how much time you’ve wasted or such.
Okay. I am awake at four a.m. again, but this time I’m not despairing, terrified, or hysterical.
Many thanks to all of you who have offered support.
No diagnosis yet, but my blood pressure has dropped out of stroke territory. I am hoping they’ll see that as reason to let me go home today or tomorrow and treat me as an outpatient. I’m not in significant pain at the moment.
Except for missing my babies. Our oldest turns three soon, and her brothers are a year younger, so they won’t let them visit. I understand that but God, it’s breaking my heart not seeing them for so long. I do not know how soldiers and so forth separate themselves from their kids voluntarily. Even writing this makes me want to cry.
Okay. Deep breath.
There was just that one night of horrible dreams, for the record.
My family has been great. It’s been hard on my dad, coming on the heels of my brother’s sudden death. I wish I could help him more.
I miss my son–my firstborn, who died in 1996. Always do, but it’s been bad. Part of me wishes I believed in heaven so I could tell myself I’ll see him again if things go south. But that’s just a willful delusion. I just have to be a better father to my living kids than I was to him.
My wife is wonderful too. I need to say that more. She deserves a better husband.
I’m still scared.
Glad to hear you’re doing better, Skald.
I’m sure you’ll see your kids soon. 
Glad to hear things are looking up! Keep getting better.
Sounds like things are looking up. Hang in there!
You sound more lucid so that’s great. Remember that being desperately sick in a hospital plays hell with people’s perceptions. If the doctors want you to stay, you probably should, even though it’s miserable. You’ll get home when you’re healthy again.
Could you set up a Skype with your babies?
Sending support and overall good vibes from my little corner of the universe over here.
Me, too. Keep your chin up and know that we’re here for you, O great and awesome Skald.
O Mighty Skald, happy and healing thoughts from northern Illinois! One day at a time, okay? We all love you very much. 