Monday Morning

It is like a great drama we are in. People put their heads in the door, saying, 'are you the wife?'. And, then ,they say, 'i'm the doctor,' or the OT, or the PT, or the PCT, or whatever they are playing in this act. ed, in the bed, is clearly playing 'the patient,' so to him they say, 'You're Mr. Park?'. And he says, 'I'm Ed.'. And then we begin the scene. It is a drama without audience, or maybe just a rehearsal for some later performance. This morning it occurred to me that next through the door might be a troupe of jugglers or a marionette show or a jug band. It is a play with a very large cast, in any case. (Right now, we have the OT guy who says, how's your balance? a little wobbly?' 'yes,' says Ed. 'Is that normal?' says the OT. And Ed and I burst into laughs. Simply unprepared for that line.. I think if he had said, 'is that normal for you?' we would have been more appropriately behaved.

This morning i got here early, but not as early as the doctors. The nurse says the various tests run show little difference from yesterday's tests. Unfortunstely, her appearance was brief and she ran thru numbers quickly and i had no pen in hand. By the time i have learned how to play my role well, we will be gone.

He is starting to get bursts of hiccups (which were fierce after last year's surgery) and which make sleep very difficult. He says he slept little last night because of them and he looks tired. But this morning there are other activities, ranging from clean clothes, hair brushing, toothbrushing, balance and strength exercises. Not eating still, but the docs say that the eating is less important than the walking if you have to do just one, and eating should not be pushed if his throat is painful. So he is concentrating on the walking.

And now it is time for him to go back to bed, 10 am.