The nurses decided to get her up out of bed and move her into a chair, which seems a good compromise between her burning desire to get out of bed and her utter inability to perform that athletic a feat. They bathed her -- which is when they threw me out, which was when I blogged earlier -- and then moved her over to the monster big chair that I've been snoozing in the past few days.
Once she got settled, she looked over at the nurse, and asked, "When's breakfast?"
The nurse looked alarmed. I said, "I don't think you'll be eating this morning, sugar. Maybe later on in the day--"
"Not for me," she said. She told the nurse, "He's diabetic; he needs to eat!"
I assured her it was still 3.30 in the morning, and I was going to go find a snack soon. After a bit, I did, and I kissed her cheek, telling her I was going to go find some food.
She said, "You'll meet me in the cafeteria?" Then she fell asleep without waiting for an answer.
The drugs will probably all have worn off soon. It's almost a shame; she's funny when she's loopy.
No comments:
Post a Comment