What a glorious day. But when will we realize when things are a bit too glorious? He was all tuckered out before we got back home. No problem, we had already stopped and picked up the day's papers so that encouraged him toward home. The thought of Saturday morning all snug in his big chair reading his papers seemed to do the trick. Why that is almost as cozy as The Sunday Times!
I go for the coupons myself.
Friday's big step was a full day (or so it seemed) at the hospital. Thank goodness that is where all of his doctors are. What a mess it would be for him to have to transport all over town and country to get tests and meet with various specialists. Instead, the Fullerton team is all at the VA Hospital in the Bronx. Did I mention that the team is growing?
In addition to the curious neurologist in the Bronx, now some lab in Washington has joined the game. As a matter of routine practice, surgical lab work done at the hospital is retested in Washington. Another, "I like that."
Nobody is adding more pills and all want him to sleep or rest. What more could a wife want at this stage of the game. God is in control so we leave the testing, reports and the doctors schedules to him!
He had a MRI yesterday. Evidently their schedule was to be filled. Had we come a bit later, we would not have gotten in. But we were told to just drop in anyway just in case. So, we did. Early. Good thing! No one was around so he was zipped right in. I dashed (in the pokey elevators) to the 9th floor to deliver some form. Once I returned, he was in the machine but the waiting room was filled with individuals with "appointments". And rather vocal about it.
Some time later, according to whatever TV show was on in the waiting room, we headed out to another floor, either a thank-you visit or the pharmacy, I forget now.
Now what would a hospital visit be without the food experience. I've not discussed it before simply because I've other pressing matters. One can say that "he's getting better" only so many times, right?
I recommend the jumbo hot dogs with chili, before noon. Avoid the cafeteria coffee. And the vending machine coffee. They have a Starbucks but if coffee is not your thing, go for the refrigerated bottles of water, juice and soda. Now perhaps you can tell me why the cafeteria closes before 6 PM and Starbucks at 2:30 PM. Visiting hours are 24/7 so it can't be to shoo anyone out.
Sorry for the rambling entry this time.
Oh, one more thing. We learned that our world did not stop when we did. Our cell phone server and our misunderstood relationship came to a head and we missed it! One week of laundry turned into two and a half. Dust, like sound in the forest, does grow when there is no one to hear or see it. Dear friends across the nation have fallen ill, have grievous loses, gotten married, had babies, had stresses and joys and have had all sorts of goings on and out of love, not kept us in the loop lest it some how impede Raymon's medical saga. As we all rejoin hands, know that the process restarts in the end of June.
Somehow Raymon's Facebook page has been hacked. Hopefully none of you have been effected. Know that prior to this, he had planned to curtail much of his FB activity anyway. It remains a mystery.
I go for the coupons myself.
Friday's big step was a full day (or so it seemed) at the hospital. Thank goodness that is where all of his doctors are. What a mess it would be for him to have to transport all over town and country to get tests and meet with various specialists. Instead, the Fullerton team is all at the VA Hospital in the Bronx. Did I mention that the team is growing?
In addition to the curious neurologist in the Bronx, now some lab in Washington has joined the game. As a matter of routine practice, surgical lab work done at the hospital is retested in Washington. Another, "I like that."
Nobody is adding more pills and all want him to sleep or rest. What more could a wife want at this stage of the game. God is in control so we leave the testing, reports and the doctors schedules to him!
He had a MRI yesterday. Evidently their schedule was to be filled. Had we come a bit later, we would not have gotten in. But we were told to just drop in anyway just in case. So, we did. Early. Good thing! No one was around so he was zipped right in. I dashed (in the pokey elevators) to the 9th floor to deliver some form. Once I returned, he was in the machine but the waiting room was filled with individuals with "appointments". And rather vocal about it.
Some time later, according to whatever TV show was on in the waiting room, we headed out to another floor, either a thank-you visit or the pharmacy, I forget now.
Now what would a hospital visit be without the food experience. I've not discussed it before simply because I've other pressing matters. One can say that "he's getting better" only so many times, right?
I recommend the jumbo hot dogs with chili, before noon. Avoid the cafeteria coffee. And the vending machine coffee. They have a Starbucks but if coffee is not your thing, go for the refrigerated bottles of water, juice and soda. Now perhaps you can tell me why the cafeteria closes before 6 PM and Starbucks at 2:30 PM. Visiting hours are 24/7 so it can't be to shoo anyone out.
Sorry for the rambling entry this time.
Oh, one more thing. We learned that our world did not stop when we did. Our cell phone server and our misunderstood relationship came to a head and we missed it! One week of laundry turned into two and a half. Dust, like sound in the forest, does grow when there is no one to hear or see it. Dear friends across the nation have fallen ill, have grievous loses, gotten married, had babies, had stresses and joys and have had all sorts of goings on and out of love, not kept us in the loop lest it some how impede Raymon's medical saga. As we all rejoin hands, know that the process restarts in the end of June.
Somehow Raymon's Facebook page has been hacked. Hopefully none of you have been effected. Know that prior to this, he had planned to curtail much of his FB activity anyway. It remains a mystery.
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