You know why people in the hospital are exhausted? Because someone comes by every two hours to take blood, or blood pressure or just check in. I’m not complaining. I’m delighted that they take such good care of Grandma, but I don’t see how anyone could sleep through the night even if nothing else were wrong.
Yeah, it’s ironic, but the best place to rest up is not at a hospital, not at all. (She types, from the hospital, on her night shift break.) People want to stay longer with us all the time and/or people’s relatives would like them to stay longer with us all the time, as a babysitting service for pediatrics or the elderly. They don’t get that it isn’t safe here and that as soon as you can go home, you should go home, what with all the potential here for cooties.
Yeah, I think Grandma will feel better a lot faster when she’s at home in her own bed.
Sitting by a hospital bed is such a strange feeling – it’s like being outside of time and the real world, somehow. That’s how it felt for me, anyway, when I sat by my Grandma’s bedside many years ago. And my mum’s two years back.
I hope things are ok out there.
“Being outside of time and the real world,” is exactly what this feels like.
I hope she’s able to go home soon. Having family around you is so important.
They tell us that she should be discharged at 6:00 tonight. Keeping my fingers crossed.
You are so right about the disturbances. I spent a lot of time in the hospital with a friend recently, and it was occasionally hard not to get grumpy. Especially when she’s taking a daytime nap, and some of the interruptions are balloon deliveries or uninvited visits by the hospital chaplain (“Thank goodness he didn’t wake you up,” I said to her later. “Oh, he woke me up, but I faked it so you could chase him away.”)
So true, so true.
I’m glad to hear Grandma’s home and doing well. What a remarkable woman! Her grandaughter takes after her, apparently.