Waiting at the Hospital

I’m still here — three days later – sitting beside Bo’s bed in the hospital. Waiting. Waiting for something to happen. No sign of the kidney stone; all channels aren’t open.

The doctor just came in and said he’s sending Bo for another ultrasound to see if he may have  passed the stone (hmmmmm) and for another abdominal x-ray to check if he has an obstruction elsewhere.   It’s a good thing because  the meds aren’t doing their job. Does he need dynamite?

Jon and I have taken turns. Last night I went home to sleep in my bed and returned this morning showered and recharged. Now Jon’s at home sleeping. Maybe we’ll try to change our schedule tonight – 6 hours on, 6 hours off. My computer has saved me here except that my eyes are REALLY tired from looking at this screen all day/night.  Plus I’ve been reading on my iPad.

Just finished The Hundred Foot Journey by Richard C. Morais, which I really  recommend. (The  movie opens this Saturday, I think.) It was a good book to read while sitting here, not too serious, a little bit funny, all about French food, a good story.

I’m no nurse, never was good at it, but here I am doing it all except the IV’s.   I read once that teachers and nurses are in the same quadrant on a personality scale. Don’t believe it. I’d be happy to stand up here and teach anybody anything, but rubber glove duty? Jon’s great at that.

I see Bo slipping while he’s here, sleeping more with no exercise, nothing to do. Jon does try taking him for short walks down the hall. His appetite is very poor (1/4 of a sandwich and 3 spoonfuls of soup for lunch), and he is even less willing to do things himself. Jon had to feed him his pancakes for breakfast and he wanted me to feed him at lunch. He simply has no idea where he is or why and doesn’t ask, which is very interesting. He accepts sweetly whoever comes in to do whatever with him with absolutely no resistance.

All of you wonderful friends who have written to me this week have made a big difference in my life.  Thank you for your thoughts!

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11 Responses to Waiting at the Hospital

  1. Maureen says:

    Nancy that movie comes out Friday with Helen Miren!

  2. Annamarie says:

    Sending my love, Annamarie

  3. Rose says:

    I hope Bo is better soon so you can both leave the hospital. Not a comfortable place for either of you. I’m thinking of you.

  4. Kit says:

    I am thinking of you, Diz. These are trying times for you. Stay patient. I hope everything turns out okay.

  5. Yvonne says:

    Hi Nancy, just wanted you to know I am thinking of you. Hope you get Bo home soon.

  6. Jo Ann Kohler says:

    Thinking of you, Bo and Jon ~ God bless you all and hope for an end to the kidney stone!!

  7. Dianne says:

    I hear The Husband’s Secret is a good read……Marissa and the boys are here visiting for a week. Bo and you are in my daily prayers.

  8. Lori says:

    Nancy- You have already impacted me with your blog. I have nominated you for the Quintet of Radiance Award! Here is the link:

  9. Arleen Mildred Stolzenberger says:

    I had to chuckle at your statement, rubber gove duty”. Been there,done that and it’s no fun. The sitting hours on end really is exhausting. Hope they find the cause for Bo’s pain and can get him home quickly. Will be thinking of you and Bo and say extra prayers for you both.

  10. Sandy says:

    Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers.

  11. Lisa M says:

    I was not cut out for rubber glove duty either…why, oh why, does that have to be part of every hospital stay??? Thinking of you both (tell Jon I think he is a saint). I found that if I brought in a smaller plate and cut a reasonable portion of mom’s food up so she could pick up bites and not need utensils and it didn’t seem like SO MUCH FOOD, she ate better – you can try it??? who knows, right?!!! Great book, by the way!

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