Dazed and Confused

Thank God I brought ear plugs!! Clem has that trusty and always effective morphine pump to put him down into the deep bowels of sleep but I laid in the recliner last night until 1:00 listening to the lady next door talk to Miss Lucile. She walked out in front of our door in order to be courteous to her sleeping relative and somehow instead of engaging her with my famous "flying bitch slap" I got sucked into a late night conversation between two elder southern black ladies. When I finally realized that I had no control of where my ears were taking me I fished out my trusty ear plugs and suddenly my world got very small and still.

I also realized last night that an extended stay at a hospital is much like a long term camping trip at a state park. The only thing that seems to be missing is the gaudy rv lights and the coolers full of beer. I wonder if we aren't in the primitive camp ground and some where in the maze of rooms here is the uppity hook up sites with the complimentary club house. At any rate I am happy to have my camping skills to draw upon while our stay here. I am contemplating setting up our two man tent complete with therma rests and our light weight bags. I haven't measured this unbearably uncomfortable recliner but I am pretty sure that their footprints are similar.

We slept last night in 45 minute increments. There is still a lot of checking, emptying, and measuring going on constantly. We had to discuss what we think actually happened last night vs. what we may have dreamed. When the Doctor came in at 8:00 Clem made some stupid comment about loving to hear the sound of his voice and the Doc just roared. I'm not sure he remembers that and I will probably just let that one go. At any rate he received a glowing report with cautions about becoming discouraged about his lack of energy. Afterwards more tubes were removed, he gave himself a bath, changed his fashionable gown, and is bunked down for the day. I am contemplating barracading the door or pasting a quarantine sign with a photo of a pustule coated face in order to keep the weaker ones out!

So...the news is that Clem is very exhausted but medically performing miraculously. Today he is too tired to read. On a scale of one to ten that is a ten. Today will probably not be a great day to visit because he could really use some sleep. It would be great if you could post a comment or send an email because he loves to hear from you. Love you all.