Tired… 11am meeting with hospital care coordinator concerning dad. My niece picked up my mom early and they made a couple of stops before the meeting.
It was the first-time mom had seen dad since I took him to the ER on the 5th. It was the first time I’d seen him since getting the flu on 11th. He was in good spirits, having a good day.
He still isn’t well enough for any kind of rehab… It was decided (with his doctors blessing) he’d be moved to a regular room on the floor in the next couple of days. It would allow us to stay with him 24/7 and take a far more active role in his care.
So, I stopped at a sporting goods store and bought a nice cot. Hopefully this will allow us to get good rest when staying with him. The reason I got the flu… I’d been up with dad here at home all hours since before Christmas but I was getting some rest in my own bed during the day and had healthy food.
With dad in the ICU I was sleeping in a chair made in the pits of 4ell no one could really sleep in. Aside for a few restless naps I had been up for 6 straight days when I got sick… my body had used up it’s last reserve of energy and health… I had nothing left to fight the flu…
I got a decent cot by coleman… $100 price range. The room will be at 70+ degrees instead of the 66 degrees in the ICU. A small fridge will be moved in so decent food will not be an issue. (the hospital food is substandard).
If at anytime dad takes a turn for the worse or there is some issue the ICU is just down the hall, best of both worlds.
This afternoon I also picked up a few groceries and discovered my favorited produce stand will be closed until late March… darn, no more rolled amish butter until then… guess it’s back to the Irish butter.