What a Difference a Few Days Make

Shorty is soooooo much better than he was a few days ago. Gone are the hallucinations. Now, his whole focus is on how to get the hell out of the hospital. The Shorty we all know and love is back!

The surgeon told him this morning he could go on soft food. He said, "Nope, I want real food." He got it.

He got told he could probably check out on Tuesday. He said, "Today's Monday, right? So, I get to go home tomorrow." That one didn't fly.

He told the CNA his second IV was pinching his arm. She said she would retape it. He countered with "Can't you just take it out?" He won that round. He still has one IV in but that's probably coming out tomorrow.

He's been up and walking and on his cell phone. I can tell he's recovering from the latter. He also lobbied for a sit down shower and should have gotten one tonight. Oh, and on his walk he ran into one of his nurses working a different section of the floor and she gave him a hug and a kiss. If he's working the ladies, I know he's better!

Man, it seems like we've all just been in this weird fog where nothing seemed to be in focus except worrying about getting him better. Today was the first day I think I paid full attention to life outside of the hospital.

It feels good.

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