[For background please see the previous few entries.]
I woke up at 6 AM today! O the horror!
We were to get Dad back to the hospital by 8 AM and since I did nothing all weekend, I was elected.
The first thing he did when he got there was ask for breakfast. A tray was promptly sent.. with real food, not the liquids he's supposed to be on. Dad is good and ate only what he was allowed, but I was angry. Nothing there would really have hurt him, but what if they gave sugar to a diabetic, or someone a food they were allergic to? I complained to the first doctor I saw (a resident, I think) and she said, "It was a mistake. It won't happen again." Hardly the outrage I would have expected. Guess they cover each other's behinds.
And for the second time, the surgeon visited the room while I was out getting lunch for Stepmom and myself. I think he hides in the linen closet, waiting until I leave, then pops in to see Dad for 2.4 seconds. This one is a character.. he's like a walking whirlwind of energy. Picture a two-year old in scrubs, energy-level-wise. He's youngish, probably mid-30's, on the short side, slim, and balding on the crown of his head. Once or twice while we waited in his office last month, we heard him chewing out various underlings. I'm glad we have him as a surgeon but he must be difficult to have as a friend.
Dad's neighbour has been discharged, and a new one arrived this afternoon - another elderly Jewish man, with a wife and son hovering around him. The wife's name is also Pauline, which should add to the already considerable tumult and confusion there.
Two more days to get through.. till the next phase.
-- Part of the "Guy Journal" Series
If you love cats (as all right-thinking people do) then you'll love this journal.
Steve offers good writing, great photography (heavy on close-ups of the adorable felines), and the occasional real-audio file of his original guitar compositions. (One such entry is here.)
Also one of the best explanations I've seen for what we get out of keeping online journals.
As for cats, it is one of my deepest regrets that I cannot live with them due to severe allergies. My father's side of the family are all cat lovers. Whenever they get together, even after years of separation, the conversation invariably strays to cats, past and present. Older Son shares this affinity, and has been known to cultivate friendships solely on the presence of cats in the friend's home. Dogs are ok.. but dogs are indiscriminate. If a cat likes you, you are truly worthy.