For Pete's Sake

Renee's getting pretty chummy with a nursing assistant. The new aide signed in last night and is a nursing student who only works weekends. I’ll call this NA Peter because Peter’s packing equipment most of the other NA’s are not. After I left last night to get some grub and watch the Yanks – I hope you watched the whole game – Peter comforted my girl here with a little backrub. He handed her some mouthwash first, not making this up folks, because, I guess, a guy named Pete just doesn’t want to get in that close with a girl who’s still got ralph on her breath. First she’s hanging with Ralph and now rubbing with Peter, maybe I should be concerned. I’m not. Hey Pete, next time don’t just rub, scrub. She’s been lying in the bed since Tuesday, set your stinkometer a little higher than bad breath and clean her up completely, dang part-timer.

Renee’s feeling a lot better today. She’s doing her laps, joking, making comments on the blog and facebook and even ate a whole banana. She’s still hooked up to the IV and is still experiencing abdominal spasms but the contraction like pains are a lot less frequent. The banana was not part of the liquid diet they have her on but she got hungry and ate it without asking. So far Ralph has not returned, I think Peter chased him off.

Progress is the word of the day. The culture results came back negative for the UTI. The surgeon stopped in early this morning and said everything is moving in the right direction. Now, if Renee can hold down her food, which should come on tonight’s dinner tray, we may be out of here before the Designated Discoverer of America Day. Maybe we can get her cleaned up before then too, for Pete’s sake!