How could it not be when the trip to the hospital began at 9:30 pm?
It was really quite REMARKABLE the way he had been treated --
Zipped out of the waiting room, straight to an exam room.
Doctors and nurses and other people doing important jobs buzzed around the room.
Hooking up monitors, taking blood pressures, asking questions --
What's your name?
Can you touch your nose?
Do you have any pain in your arm?
Does your head hurt?
Who is she?
When did this begin?
His VOICE seemed tiny in the busy-ness of the room.
More tests, more time.
Can I get you anything, the THOUGHTFUL nurse asked.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
The waiting paid off -- The tests were negative.
Just an episode. It often happens to others with the same condition when the sun goes down. (Hence the name, Sundowner Syndrome, I suppose.)
He will be FINE.
If there even is such a thing anymore.
Today's writing incorporated several of the Word of the Day words from this past week. I felt they were fit right in with today's word, FINE.
"Fine. If there even is such a thing anymore." I know that feeling. It comes when a loved one is given a serious diagnosis, and you go on, you do the best you can, treasure moments... but "fine"- that is gone.
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