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November 21, 2000
I've been sleeping over - because he needs
me once in awhile.
This can be interesting since it's a hard
pallet and sometimes I am too tired to pack enough clothes. So today I
will wear what I wore yesterday.
At least I set my hair.
I was putting on mascara in the hospital bathroom
(in his room) at about 7AM when he decided he needed to puke.
I knew this because of the half growl and
half roar that came through the door. He's getting his voice back.
So out I run - in grey velvet pants and a
white "touch me" bra, mascara wand in hand, one eye done, to
grab a small bucket - of course he dumps his stomach.
All over the bed, himself, etc.
I have by now also pressed the call button
for help.
Two nurses came - female fortunately - I went
and pulled my top on - and we bathed him and changed the sheet. He gets
a clean gown.
This is a multi-$$$$ bed and the sheets go
to the company for cleaning.
Turns out he needs more clean up than that
so he got a partial bath.
Poor guy - laying there with little on and
three women rolling him around!
I said "Gee - no Zophran?"
They hadn't realized he needed any.
OK.
I finished my eyes, took my pills (must get
a refill today), noticed the saddlebags are back on my hips, and ran to
get to work for an 8AM meeting.
Nobody here.
I looked.
Then I finally got the %^*((*%@$#% NT booted
up and low and behold the meeting time was wrong - because George is in
Arizona or something.
So here I sit, pissed and hungry.
Meeting is at 9.
I slept over last night and probably will
tonight but I have to go home and feed animals, get my food sorted, do
washing, repack the boxes to ship tomorrow (I will see if I can do that
on the back of the car at lunch time instead), do the gym (saddlebags)
and drive back. My older son is coming in there at 6-7PM and I will get
back about 10-11PM.
This time, if I forget the blue egg-carton
foam that makes it possible to sleep without hip pain on that hard bench
in his room, I will haul in the lounge pad I had been using for him at
the office - it is in the truck.
Duh!
Could have used it last night.
I might as well have an RV - because I am
living out of my car.
Three suitcases.
One roll-on for paper (must get the bills
off the table - they need attention).
One medium-sized for clothes, makeup, books,
etc. Clothes for work.
Clothes for the room. A jacket. Whatever videos.
One satchel for food and medications.
And my purse.
Look like a pack mule.
Especially from behind.
At least today he knows who he is and where
he is. And he raised one arm that had been shakey and scratched the top
of his head, which he had lifted up off the bed.
Not bad!
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