We are thankful for the many kind and caring people taking care of our son. I really like his Dr and his personal nurse from their office.
Still hospital life can make you nuts. My head has been pounding all week and I’m sure even if someone could walk on water, I would be unhappy!
Robbie has two additional nausea meds, which are helpful. They wait to order them until I ask and then wait on the pharmacy and then wait to remember we asked. Meanwhile Robbie is miserable. I’m not good at waiting.
Across the hall an older lady arrived yesterday. She doesn’t know how to use the nurse button, so instead she yells from her bed. We are at the end of the hall. She yells..help me…someone help me. Over and over. Like a bad horror movie. I checked on her the first time thinking she was dying and she only wanted someone to know her IV was beeping. 30 minutes later she starts in again..help me …help me. This time she wanted her head up a couple inches.
This is why so many murder mysteries include hospitals.
