A very rough couple of weeks!

This is kind of long, but I wanted to write down the details of what happened now while it's still fresh on my mind. If you don't feel like reading, totally fine. This is also for my benefit as well.
So this last week and a half has been something I wish never to have a repeat of. Aaron has had a type of acid reflux pretty much his whole life. He doesn't suffer with heartburn, just that food will get caught in his throat on occasion, especially when he hasn't been taking his pills(which means it happens quite a bit!). It's really annoying because in the past it's taken anywhere from a couple of seconds to a couple of hours for the food to go down. Anyway, About 1 1/2 weeks ago, he had come down with a head cold and decided to take a DayQuil pill(they are pretty large). Of course it got caught in his throat, but this time it was very painful. It only took a couple minutes to go down, but as soon as it did he had terrible shooting pains. At first we just thought it was the effects of that type of a pill dissolving in his throat and it would wear off soon. After about 5 hours of on and off pain, and than pretty much a constant pain, he let me talk him in to going to a 24 hr. redicare(it was 10:00 at night and he didn't want to go to the ER). And he insisted that he drive himself. About 1 hour later they called and told me to come in. So I hauled the kids over to my wonderful neighbors house and headed in. By the time I got there, they had just given him the largest dose of morphine that you can give someone along with another drug and then the doctor proceeded to tell me that it was either his gal bladder or appendix and that the pill and shooting pain from that were just coincidental. They were going to send us to get a CTscan done in a little while.I was a little confused. She left and the nurse came in to take his vitals, but they had overdosed him and couldn't get any stats on him. The next thing I new all the docs were in the room on him like flies trying to get him to come to, yelling, calling 911. It was soooooooo scary and I was a mixture of freaked out and mad! They counteracted the morphine and got him to start coming around as they were rushing him to the hospital. Of course as soon as the ER doctor heard his symptoms he guessed right on what was wrong. He said Aaron was having esophagus spasms. (Not his gal bladder or appendix!) They quickly got him in for some test and they found a 2inch tear in his esophagus and he was leaking acid and fluids into his lungs and cavity. They rushed him into emergency surgery. Flattened his lung and drained everything out and then they did a scope down his throat and put a stint in to cover up and protect the tare. He got through surgery well, but then we got to start the recovery process. He started out in ICU with 2 different drain tubes coming out of his chest and stomach and one up through his esophagus and out his nose and about 5 different IV's. Also with the frustrating news that best case scenario, he'd be in the hospital 2-3 weeks. After 5 days in ICU they were able to eliminate a lot of the IV's and he left the ICU. He's been on a feeding tube, but is now on a clear liquid diet. Apple juice never tasted so good! He's had 2 more surgeries since so they could adjust the stint, but tomorrow he's scheduled to have his final surgery and they will remove the stint and make sure the tear has healed properly. If it looks good, they'll put him on a soft food diet and the good doc said he could be out by Thursday. Aaron then asked him if there was anyway he could get out Wednesday night because early Thursday morning, we find out what we are having! He said yes! So Wed night(with good luck on our side) I get my husband back! It has been a very long couple of weeks. but I have been blessed with so much support from family and friends. I've never once had to worry about finding someone to take my kids when I've needed to be with Aaron. It's been hard splitting my time between them, but we've made it work. The kids are more than ready to have their daddy back. Along this tough road, I've seen so many blessings. And I've come to realize that sometimes blessings come in ways you don't really understand at first. For instance, I'd been fuming for a few days about what that doctor had done at the redicare until one of the ICU nurses made a comment to me. He said that he'd been talking to the doctors about what had happened and he called it," one of life's tender mercies". At first I was surprised, but then he told me the doctors had said that if they hadn't overdosed him and called 911 and gotten him to the hospital as fast as they did, there's a good chance he could have died. That made the forgiving a little easier. I told the nurse how upset I'd been and he said I had every right to be because the mistake they made was huge, but it turned out to be for the best. I know that Aaron was being watched over, and I am so thankful. This has been a tough road, but it's made me appreciate all I've been blessed with. Especially my wonderful husband.