my knight

This is him in his favorite hat at the beach with spyglasses on the deck. My love.

The past few days have been a blur. My mom has been in the hospital, which means I have too. Hospital world is a parallel universe. The air is dry, the noises are way too personal and private to share but everyone does (conversations about bodily functions that aren't functioning, hacking, spitting, vomiting, crying), and many people who enter the room and use hand sanitizer like the patient is toxic waste, and the endless waiting for the doctor.

I've learned to temporarily seal off an NG tube (nasal-gastric for you neophytes), move an IV pole, reset the IV, measure pee in ml, adjust the bed, TV and lights using the bedframe controls, weigh the patient in kg or lbs while they lie in bed, and how to live without food or sleep for many many hours at a time. I've read two and a half books, crocheted 2 scarves, and leaped up out of the chair about 600 times. I've eaten hospital food, restaurant food, and no food.

But, she's getting better and may get to go home in a few days. And then so will I.