Last night was an interesting night in the waiting room. We were overwhelmed with an influx of women. Don’t get excited they were quite old, and I was impressed with the one lady who was at least 80 sleeping on the couch. It made me feel slightly bad for complaining about my back hurting, and then I realized she was about 2 feet shorter then I was. I was also shocked with how one of the ladies was able to have an employee bring her 6 blankets, and then demanded 3 pillows. I felt as if I was taking care of a young child, and asking them “Now what are you suppose to say to the nice man?” The guy returned with only one pillow, and I had to chuckle (yea I said chuckle). The lady was visibly unhappy, and it didn’t make sense to me as I look around the room, and I’m one of the only ones with a sweet pillow. Even the old lady (who we had to check if she was breathing) didn’t complain.
I’ve debated putting this in or not, but it was so real I have too. As we were attempting to make our bunk beds (not really), I looked over and saw the older lady on the couch sleeping peacefully in a position that you would see in a funeral home. Head tilted, and hands crossed perfectly. As we were looking for breathing, and laughing at the humor in it, Chris threatened to ground us if we didn’t tell her what were laughing at. Not wanting to be grounded I texted to ask if the lady was really breathing, it took her a few good takes to really make sure that was just “sleeping” peacefully.
Quincy and I were talking last night, and making a ruckus (I’m starting to sound like my grandmother with these fancy words). Strangely we have a fairly similar personality and I can only imagine the fear that instills in people who know us both. We were talking about the movie “step brothers” last night and how that pertained to us. We’ve considered dressing up in scrubs (which we do have) donning a couple surgeon caps and walk around the hospital like we’re doctors. I would be a specialist from out of town, and he’d be something less important (because I’m the smarter of the two of course). This guy even watches American idol? Who does that? I had to make fun of him, because he actually went downstairs into an empty room last night, just to watch it and do his own judging so he can vote accordingly to the “best competitor.” Thankfully I can say I’m not blood related to that. J This also reminds me of one of the worst possible ideas I’ve ever heard of. Chris was talking about our beloved cavs basketball and she was mentioning how great an American idol for basketball would be. She was talking about the talent that they could find and how it would work so well. (sighs… silly girls)
We went into see dad this morning and his color looks pretty good. His temperature was average and overall just looked pretty good. In talking to the nurse, she said that his numbers are still looking good, and he is no longer on his medicine that his helping regulate his blood pressure. I was in the room as the kidney doctor stopped in and he has decided not to do dialysis for the second day in a row. He is having more urine output and his levels are still a little elevated but it’s looking as if his kidneys are starting to function better. They’re still not perfect, but from the way the doctor sounded last time he felt as if they wouldn’t work again. We are all really excited about this, and it is an answer to prayer, so keep it up until they’re fully functioning.
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