Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

A brief Update.

I spoke to the nurse on my dad's unit today and got good news. It seems that he has stopped bringing up the "flu-gook" and is improving. Oh, yes, in case you didn't see that on the Spousal Unit's blog, he has Type A Influenza. He and I contracted it at about the same time, probably from the same person, but his underlying health issues caused all of these problems for him.

But he is genuinely improving with each day. One of his doctors wants to move him out of CVCC and into a regular room today. The other one, much more prudently and in line with my thinking on this, wants him to remain in his current bed for a few more days before being moved.

Apparently the nurses want him to stay where he is as well. And no, not because they think he needs the higher level of care they can provide for him in that unit, but because they WANT him to receive the higher level of care they can provide on that unit.

You see, Dad's a charmer. He doesn't know a stranger, treats everyone well, smiles and tells funny stories, sees humor in some pretty un-funny things in a way that can defuse situations. And the nurses have just fallen in love with him. More than one has said so, calling him "Sweety" and "Cutie" and other such little endearments. I honestly believe they put him in the particular isolation room they did because they wanted him close enough to the desk to be able to peek in on him without being far from that desk.

Anyway, the very nice young nurse I spoke to this morning was informative and kind. You could hear in her voice that she truly cares about what she does and about her patients. It was good to hear, very reassuring, and helped greatly to relieve some of the worry.

Thank you all for your prayers, each and every one. They truly help us, each of us, with each improvement in his condition. And for that, we are all so very grateful.

Mistress Lila,
Mamamontezz

Oh! I do have to share this with you...

The other night, after the Progeny and I had our day of girlie-girl shopping and lattes, I called the hospital. I asked what the chances were of his being able to see his granddaughters, since they were both under age 14.

Well, this nurse was really sweet and stated that as long as they didn't look less than 14, no one would say a thing. Just make sure they look old enough, and no one will stop them.

This was a bad thing for me to have repeated within earshot of the Progeny. Now she is at home trying all manner of things to pad her little training bras and render herself more curvacious and "older" for a trip to the hospital. She's also practicing her "Grown-up Speak" in case she has to talk. It's been a riot to watch, believe me.

Me and my big mouth. Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that.

Posted by Mamamontezz at December 31, 2005 03:56 PM | TrackBack