Remember in Forrest Gump when Forrest says something about, in the military, there's always someone telling you what to do? Well, in the hospital, there's always someone walking in your room.
I don't want to take away from what Jenny has been through here the last few days, but I'm wondering when I won't wake up to a nurse at the foot of my bed or flipping on lights. Seriously, it's been an every morning since we got here thing. This morning was by far the best though.
After sort of sleeping through part of the night on a "recliner", (I use that term loosely) I woke to a couple of nurses or nurses aids or whatever they were (they had scrubs on but didn't seem to medically savvy) tripping over my footrest to tell Jenny that we would have to move rooms - again.
The room change thing (from the first room to the second) could be a whole blog itself. So, apparently there was some kind of leak above our tiny, 1925 esque room and we needed to move at 6 a.m. We moved two doors down - literally. Now that doesn't sound like much to write about but it was an observation. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a hospital full of nurses.
McDad
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