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!