#1 PLEASE BE QUIET PEOPLE ARE HEALING does not apply to staff, neither house keepers nor care givers.
#2 Comfort and hospitals do not go together. They may be color coordinated and falsely cheerful but there is no comfortable spot here unless it is in the leaving.
#3 The healthier the food, the more disgusting it tastes...may only apply to food served here.
Sick humor again. The staff is wonderful.
Update: Refraction rate is closer to twenty percent than ten so that is a relief. His breathing is greatly improved and his blood pressure and water retention have both lessened significantly.
Testing, testing, testing. He has to be worth saving before they put him on a list. So far so good...no TB, no VD nor AIDS. No blood clots. Basically they said he has to be clear of any other illnesses before they put him on a list for a new heart. So tests will continue into perpetuity (I know that's usually a financial term but I do think it will also apply here.)
Look's like we're going to meet our major medical out of pocket expense again this year...oh, yeah! I haven't checked to see if they cover transplants. If it doesn't, I guess they can repossess the heart. Thank God we do have insurance.
Hubby sent me home to feed the cows and wash his favorite pjs. I think he was tired of me telling on him to the nurses when he has a problem.
I just checked that load of laundry and have washed his leather belt!!!...but y'all know I'm half crazy anyway. Andrew and I have weighted his belt down with books and boards and a trunk so the leather won't curl...
I over heard Hubby telling a friend on the phone that when he gets a new young heart, he's gonna get a new young wife because I won't be able to keep up with him then. I smiled because he doesn't know I am already working on his honey-do list...and I flipped him off. I'm bad.
Remember please, my perceived insensitivity is only my sick sense of humor...my survival mode. (I cry when no one can see me.)
Oh, and I captured some ghostly orbs in the hospital garden....wooooooooooooo! Scary.