The Day After

So here we are — the day after.  Poor Bo is in a new kind of pain and has tubes coming out of  places he’d rather not mention.  When the spasms come,  I hold his hands (to keep them busy) and calm him till they pass.  The nurse brings pain pills and we struggle to get him to swallow — not chew them —  and then  hope the pains are less intense.

But it’s over and now the recovery starts. Bo has no idea about any of this,  none.  He smiles and eats (we feed him  because he would use his hands, not a fork or spoon) and he holds his drink.  Jon brought him a big bowl of salted pretzel caramel ice cream from his store, which he enjoys and he’s had enough ginger ale to fill a pool.

A young resident came in earlier  today to check Bo and as he was bending over him asking him to breathe deeply (never happened) Bo played with his stethoscope.  “What is that?” he asked as I watched in  amusement. “Do you have a three-year-old?” I asked the resident.  “No,” he replied, “but I like children.”  I smiled.

I got a good night’s sleep last night in my own bed at home while Jon did duty here.  Now it’s my turn to spend the day — oops!  there goes my night  tonight!  — but that’s OK.  We’re on the road to going home in a day or so.


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6 Responses to The Day After

  1. MCI Alice says:

    What a great attitude you have. I am wrung out just reading about this hospital “adventure”

  2. Lisa M says:

    I’m with Alice…worn out from the story. I love your wry humor…I hope the young doctor “got it”. He will once he has kids! Excited for this to be over and done and get you and Bo back home! I made an ice cream dessert last night and mom ate her weight in it!!!

  3. Pamela Fisk says:

    Likewise, I ache for you, Nancy, and admire your
    attitude so much. Hugs.

  4. Arleen Mildred Stolzenberger says:

    I hope they are able to manage Bo’s pain. You are truly amazing ! I so enjoy your writing. I feel joy, frustration and hope from your writing. I think a book is in your future.

  5. My Alzheimer’s husband just had a mastectomy. The hospital nurses and doctors need education on dealing with the unique needs of our time travelers. It’s so draining having to explain over and over that he cannot remember his own health history much less describe his level of pain on a scale of 1 to 10. When he asked one doctor to speak louder, my husband said he couldn’t hear too well. The doc asked when his hearing loss began and my husband launched into a story from when he was 10 yrs old, setting off bottle rockets. Then he jumped forward and talked about driving his mother’s car, after putting loud mufflers on it. They all looked at me and I shrugged, saying it should be in large bold letters on his chart: Alzheimer’s and Hard of Hearing. Hang in there!

  6. Paula Kaye says:

    I remember my husband’s bladder spasms and how painful they were for him and me too! Prayers for both you and Bo

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