Emails from the husband's first 36 hours of incarceration hospitalization:
1. I really need to switch rooms. This guy is the angriest guy I've seen ( and I know my brother!). If he ever goes for this MRI I'll beg for a new room then. It's hard to ask when he's right next to me
Now he's complaining about the parking fees at valet parking
(I offered to call the nurses station from the safety of my family room and see if I could get his room switched. Nurse was so accommodating I suspect they had taken bets on how long he would last and she was going to win)
2. I don't know what the phone number is but yes if it can be done discretely
Too bad on the parking. A fee may have caused his brain to explode and now he'll calm down when his sister checks and tells him it's free
3. They're picking him up for MRI now
4. Yea she just came in and said she got the message
Thanks
I asked him if he was switched to a new room yet. They did switch him.
5. Just 2 seconds ago right after angry roomie came back. New room #, bed 2. Nice view. Thks
Okay, here is the kicker, husband's new roommate was a generally pleasant homeless dude with a fondness for the vegetable medley, He had charmed the food service guy into providing him with double portions of the vegetables.
6. If homeless roommate farts one more time I either need to jump out the window or stick a wine cork up his backside. I'll leave you all with that pleasant thought
The next morning I was talking to the husband when suddenly I heard what I thought was muffled crying coming over the line. I pleaded with him not to cry and to think positive and when he finally was able to choke out a few words he told me he wasn't crying, he was laughing because the new roomie had just stood at the trash can by the foot of husband's bed and let a very musical one rip and rip and rip.
Then he was in the hospital for more than two whole days and nothing seemed funny anymore.
Looks like he'll be sprung tomorrow. This time I am frightened. I asked the doctor to have a visiting nurse come in every day to change his bandages. I'm overwhelmed too.
We already don't agree on the doctor's orders. One example of dispute is how much the husband can do. When the doctor said the husband should stay off his feet and keep his feet elevated at hip level or higher as much as possible, even walking from a car servie into his office being too much walking, I assumed that meant the husband should pretty much not walk. So when the husband suggested we stop at the barber on the way home from the hospital so he could go in for a shave and a haircut (this takes about 45 minutes BTW) we disagreed. It is going to be a very long recovery period.
And BTW- the husband's office is setting him up at home with a computer and what ever else he needs so he can work from home for as long as necessary, which the doctor described as two to three weeks, which the husband decided means two. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
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