Doing the H Room Shuffle

We got the news yesterday that we lost an icon. This figure rocked us but definitely can't be considered a rock star. This is someone who widened my teenage eyes and stirred many young boys in freakish ways. Oh, how we all wanted to dance along with that slender form. I’ll miss you Farah.

Did you think I was talking about that bizarre mutant who died yesterday too? The media is all in a lather about it but it is no great loss to me. Plus, I never wanted to dance with that dude.

Required listening for today – (You Are) My Special Angel by Bobby Vinton

I got to the hospital a little before eight this morning to find that they moved Renee last night. She is now where she should be, in the colorectal surgery unit. She got the window seat we wanted and in the refurbished wing. She’s back in Building H on the same floor we were on in December, Room H51-06. Her room from last year is now going through the same rehab as this one. Even a hospital requires surgery now and again.

This room is brighter and after adjusting the thermostat down, the room temperature is tolerable. This unit seems to be better staffed also. They immediately respond when you hit the call button and there has already been more helpful activity in the room than all of yesterday. It’s the same hospital, I don’t get the disparity but I’m glad Renee has the higher level of care with the nurses who are specially trained for her ailment.

Renee said her pain level is at five. She’s still pushing pretty hard on the pain button especially when moving about. She said she’s starving and has a hunger headache. The doctor switched her off of clear liquids and they just brought a cold tray which has cream of wheat on it. How hot mush ends up on a cold tray is only known to the master chef of hospital cuisine.

Renee is still doing the doze off routine – in mid-sentence, between spoonfuls, while using the spirometer. She’s got a lot more color today but is questioning whether she has the strength to get up and walk. The doctor said that there will be good and bad days so I’m not concerned if she decides not to push it today. It is still under 48 hours since they closed her up so I think I’ll allow her a little slack. Come tomorrow, I’ll be pushing her to do laps though. No way I’m letting her lay around too long, there’s nothing but sick people in this place.

As of 9:40 A.M. on Friday, all things are pointing in the right direction.