335/366: hospitals, hospitals
As I was helping dad back to his bed today, the nurse’s aide asked me, “Are you his home care nurse?” I replied, “No! I’m his daughter.” The Aide answered back, “Oh, I just figured the way you were touching stuff, that you were his nurse.” While I know that there are certainly people who spend a LOT more time in hospitals than I do, sometimes it feels like I spend an inordinate amount of time at hospital bedsides. Between my years in the ER, Elsa, and now Dweeps (that’s what Elsa calls him), hospital rooms feel like this unwelcome second home.
Dad is better and home again – very happy to say goodbye to this room.