We have our 'patient' tucked away at Duke Medical Center for the night. I use the word 'patient' hesitantly for a couple reasons. While we were waiting for admissions to find a bed for him (side story: a bed was conveniently found as soon as his lovely wife did some rapid fire questioning to the desk attendant), Dad became fearful that they would make him go in a wheelchair and proclaimed that if so, they would "have a little chat about that." Have no fear, Dad was able to walk to his room. In the words of Mom "no symptoms; no sympathy." We are compassionate people. I promise.
Sorry, after all this talk about Duke, this just makes me feel better.
I digress. We reach the elevators to take us to the neuro floor and are accompanied by a very nice lady. We soon came to find out that she is the nurse manger for this entire floor. (Good karma.) While personally showing us to our room, she turned around, took another look at our motley crew, and inquired who the patient was. I'm taking this as a compliment for Dad and not a shot at Mom and me.
Hospital bed wheels up for surgery at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I think it is safe to say they won't allow him to walk to the operating table.
Thank you again for all of your prayers and happy thoughts. Speaking of happy...
Bill, I'm praying for you, your family, and all the medical professionals working on your behalf. May God restore your body and meet all your needs. Keep being spunky and sassy! Best regards, Sam Lupfer
ReplyDeleteUncle Bill,
ReplyDeleteI love it, the nurse not knowing who the patient was! :-) I am thinking of you and praying for you, your family and your medical team. Let's 'Get 'er done'. I love you.
Jenn