Another day and another day spent in the hospital. Dad's improving, thankfully, and after a morning spent spacing out on whatever the latest medication he's proven allergic to, he came down a bit in the afternoon and early evening and was able to keep his jello down. I was there from 10 - 2:30 or so, before leaving to get a late lunch and chop back here to water the plants and get the mail and other such minor household tasks. I've been surfing a bit for the past hour, and now I must gather things and head back to the hospital again. I'll likely be there until nearly 8, when visiting hours end, at which point I'll head over to mom's house and have dinner and play with her cats and get back here just in time to go to bed to get up semi early to head back over to the hospital Friday.
Yes, it's almost as much fun as it sounds.
The good news is that dad might be discharged Friday evening, if he keeps improving, and once he's home I'll be on call here, but not as regularly. Plus I'll have my laptop running and should be able to get some work done in between bringing him liquids and helping him get out of bed and such. Whee!
It's not really all that bad, and I don't mind taking care of him after all he's done for me over the years... but I can safely say I would not be a good nurse; money isn't enough to make me want to do this sort of thing.
And the hospital doesn't really smell that bad, though the tottering and infirm figures in their billowing gowns sort of give me the creeps. Fortunately I will remain forever 29 and toned of muscle, so there's no need to worry about anything like that.
