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The joys of boredom

We were so bored we were going stir crazy. Don’t get me wrong – being bored in a hospital is a good thing. It means nothing medically “interesting” is going on. Nurses and doctors came and went, checking on us, but it was all talk, no prodding, poking, or worse. We were so uninteresting, they … Continue reading

Message received

The dietitian’s accent is strong enough that I don’t catch every word and my voice is so low that he has to ask me to repeat myself. But the message was loud and clear: Deane had lost weight since coming out of the hospital and the dietitian is referring us to the g tube clinic. … Continue reading

Five days and counting…

Deane is being discharged on Friday – 80 days after his hip surgery. It has been quite a journey:  the oxygen masks, the suction tubes, the abduction wedge, the knee immobilizers, the physio, the NG tubes, the minced food, the pressure sore, the in-house school and the recreation; Christmas, New Year’s and my birthday; the … Continue reading

Trial run

We were given a weekend pass to come home. This is chance to see if there is equipment or accommodations we would need to be able to bring Deane home. But for Deane, it’s an opportunity to come home for the first time since December. Excited didn’t begin to express his mood today.

Pushing recreation

Deane didn’t want to go. Just the mention of it put him in a bad mood. Music therapy. In theory, something a guy who loves music should enjoy. We had tried years ago with limited success. I don’t know if he remembered that experience and I’m also not sure how we got referred to the … Continue reading

The underlying issue

From the so-called bed I sleep on, I grabbed my laptop this morning and Googled bedsores. Although I was stiff and achy, it was not my body I was worried about.  After a number of nights of fairly decent sleep, Deane is once again having a rough time. It seems to deny logic – he … Continue reading

Hospital life: our open door

We have an open door policy. It’s partly because we still spend a lot of time in our room and a closed door just makes our existence that much smaller. It’s also because welcoming people to your home at any time is how I was brought up. The down side of that in our current … Continue reading

More himself … in every way

I alternated between shouting and pleading. My son alternated his yelling between loud and louder. I was too frustrated to worry about the scene we were making.  I’m sure we weren’t the first people to have such a showdown. I had taken Deane to see the therapy dogs that are brought into the hospital every … Continue reading

To the Energizer bunnies …

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a number of times. After describing the routine of looking after my son overnight, I gave her one last opportunity to back out. But our former babysitter and incredibly generous friend didn’t accept my offer. She just smiled. She had volunteered to stay with Deane … Continue reading

The stockings are …

My son got transferred to a rehabilitation hospital today – two weeks less a day after his hip surgery. I wrote in my last post that this would be a great Christmas present. After another rough night, the nurse came in at 6:30 and said she was going ot take out Deane’s IV because the … Continue reading