Another Day Without a Result

I went to the hospital at almost 5:00. You were watching TV. That's actually a good sign. We talked. You used the restroom. That's a new development. You use the restroom now, and you've been moving the merchandise. I knew that would be one criterion for your release but you didn't believe me. Now it's a moot point.

They brought you your first real meal, salisbury steak. It wouldn't have been my first meal choice, makes me too burpy. You had just had an apple juice, and it seemed to have given you a sharp pain in your side. And you had been struggling with a headache all day. You needed to sit up to eat, the doctor said he wanted you to do that. Soon after you ate a few bites of the meal, you were full. Then you wanted to lie down and rest. You had done a lot today. You'd gone out into the courtyard and down to the cafeteria. You had done lots of walking. The only alphabet tube you have left is the J. It is supposed to come out tomorrow.

Sunday I was trying to make sense out of the volumnous medical records we had picked up. I learned quite a bit about your health but was amused and intrigued by this quote from your stay in the emergency room last month:
'Patient was stable, ate, urinated, denied diarrhea, denied any pain. Was refusing meds today. 1632 called patient's home phone number and left message for wife that patient was not discharged yet.(In my line of work that's called tattling, and that's a BIG no-no.) 1635 Doctor made aware that patient left for home. Since patient was stable, no problem. 1638 found patient's phone number; spoke to patient "will not be coming back to the hospital," stated that he removed cath himself.'

I hope that tomorrow we finally get more definitive answers.