At 5:45 in the morning, I woke alone in the room. Light was subdued by heavy drapes in the room. The Inn at the hospital was comfortable and quiet. But excitement was the ruler of the morning, Three days, count’em! THREE!
An “In and out” surgical procedure. Problems arose, along with bleeding. But the patient, a tough old bird that has had a bumpy year, health-wise has survived the tribulation and both his attitude and strength is returning.
Somewhat tired, but so motivated to get the hell out of the hospital, when the morning came, he was nearly as excited as I was.
So we laughed, talked and waited. harassed nurses (In good humor) 7:00 hour rolled by.. 8:00… 9 AM… Breakfast arrives, chocolate milk. We share the milk in our coffee, father and son drinking side by each. The Great King and the Imitation of the man. one who sits on his own throne.
No doctor. The Nurse practitioner kept promising the discharge was in the bag.
Yeah, 3 days burned on that note. So When does the doctor come in?
Papa Dash and I looked at each other.
“I need to go check out of the Inn. I can always check back in and checkout time is 11:00.” And off I went.
10:30 rolls around. I return, no doctor.
ELEVEN. A.M. Nurses are starting to hide from me. If I have to check back in at the Inn, I’m going to start making a spectacle of myself.
Noon. No doctor. Papa Dash is now dressed in his street clothes and pawing at the ground like a bull ready to charge. Lunch arrives, pudding, chocolate milk. Carrot soup.
Quarter past noon, I head over to the nurses station.
“Is the doctor in surgery?”
“He has surgery on the schedule for 1:00.” She looks at me. “I will call the Nurse Practitioner.”
Okay. So I return to the room where an impatient and tired Papa Dash sits.
Brother-In-Law appears, sister is in same hospital and is having a scheduled surgery for trauma from three years ago. She is in the hospital at the same time as Papa Dash.
But Sister Sledge-hammer is as hard and strong as they come. More on her later.
Finally! At half-past the hour, the doctor comes in. Nods, shakes hands, “make an appointment with me next week.” and walks out.
We are FREE!
Two signatures later, we aer SO outta there. Shake hands with Brother In Law, hugs all around.
Papa Dash does not even want to wait for me to bring the car around. He is all like “#$%@ that! Let’s go!” walks out without the wheelchair.
So a hike of a half-mile to the car, after 4 days of enforced bed rest, bleeding, post surgery, dehydration, no real food (Pudding, coffee, chocolate milk) and he made it. Although, he was glad to sit down.
The old guy rolled the window down and stuck his head out the window for the first two blocks just to feel the wind in his face.
“Damn, I missed that.” With laughter. “Drive young’un!”
Now for sister:
She is in the hospital for at least TWO days. If the math works out like Papa Dash’s, we are looking at least a week, but Brother in Law says it went pretty well.
The steel plate they put on her ribs to hold her together showed signs of infection and the surgical team took a biopsy to send to the CDC to identify the source. If it comes back with bad news, an alternative plan that includes more surgery is in the works.
If good news? She comes home. At which point I evaluate my position here.
Maybe a day longer to see if she can function and have her control of the children and family, if so? I go home. If she needs me to be the legs she needs, I’ll hang out for a few days, do archery with my nieces, tell stories on Grampa. The younger niece has all but kidnapped me. We had tea with dolls, watched Cloudy with Meatballs 2, How to Train your Dragon and several games on Xbox.
I do not own an Xbox nor do I know how to play it. Maybe I can distract the kids as the favorite weird uncle that does things outside besides writing stories.
Maybe roast a few S’mores…
Tell a few fireside stories I make up as I go along.
More on that later. 😉
Dash McCallen, your fave up and coming author signing off.