Wensday Morning @ The Hospital

Good morning,

Remember I spell the day as it should be spelled.

Now I have a great dilemma. My daughter, Jennifer was kind enough to bring me into the 20TH century. Yes, I realize it's actually ten years into the 21ST century but let us take one step at a time. Just yesterday I figured out how to set a reminder on my phone. I can only take so much "techy" stuff at a time.

I HAVE A BLOG! When I was a kid if I had a blog Dorothy would have taken me to see Dr. Mike.
This is not right, it's freakin' snowing this morning. I think winter is finally here in the Detroit area, thirty degrees when I walked out this morning, it is C-O-L-D. What's really interesting is, according to my computer, it's only thirty five at home. The big difference is, this afternoon it will be sixty five in California and just thirty seven here.

Today should be H day. I am really, really looking forward to getting Fred home and seeing what he can really do. Somehow I get the feeling he may be "playing possum" just a little here. I guess he figures all "the bloodsuckers" will give him a break if he pretends he's sleeping, or tired, or feeling punky. I promise, none of that at home. I am currently sitting in the hospital lobby having already been up to his room. Just as I got to the door I heard the nurse aid attempting to wake him. I turned around and came down here. Wake him? I've already been up three hours, driven twenty miles and had two cups of coffee. I'll head back up in a few minutes.

The weak stomached may want to stop reading here.

What a wonderful start to the morning I had. After braving this cold weather and the drive here I got into the tunnel walk from the parking lot and had to pee. I ducked into the first restroom I saw, put the little computer on the top of the hand towel dispenser took off my gloves and flipped on the light. Someone had "Yakked" all over the toilet bowl and the floor. It actually looked like a Yak Yakked and didn't get much, if any, in the target area. I couldn't get out of there fast enough (and I did). I then went down the hall, up the elevator, and into the lounge area I used to hang in when Fred was in ICU. I sat down, reached for the notebook and discovered I left it in that yucky bathroom. I ran back down in a panic and of course it was still there. I've had the Acer for a week, maybe I should wear it around my neck? I could really start a trend maybe, computer bling.

After all that I went back up to the "lounge" area and took an hour nap. When I woke I realized I was still in the hospital so decided to walk down to the Starbucks. I know I have officially been here too long. This Starbucks is one of, if not the, busiest locations in the state. At 9AM the line can be, and usually is, very long but moves quickly. When I was close to the register one of the Batista's said, "Non fat grandee latte?" I nodded and the drink was ready for me when I got to the register. "I thought you were going home?" she asked. I told her I had been home and was back again, but, this was my very last time there as the brother was going home soon. What a nice lady, she gave me the drink , free. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow? I guess I'll cross that caffeine bridge when I get to it.

It's now about seven hours later. Fred finally got his discharge papers around 11AM. I guess it was close to 1PM when we were finally ready to leave. We were given around eighteen pages of discharge instructions with a dozen doctors that want a follow up over the next three weeks. We also have a list of ten different medications that he will , or won't be taking. Tomorrow I will go over to the the Secretary of State (drivers license place) to pick up a disability placard he can use for 90 days. A point of information; the very first disability listed on the paper the doc gave us, Blindness. It warms my heart to know the next person I see pulling into a wheelchair spot may be blind.

I know I had many more things to tell you all but it's now 10:17PM and I am TIRED. This has been a fourteen hour day but we finally have Fred at home, in his own bed, and soon I bet, asleep. We met all the challenges of this day and look forward to tomorrow.

As usual, hope you all are well.
Chuck