Our favorite Midwood is doing so well, although it seems to be the hard way. He’s been in a nursing facility to work on muscle strength and continue to heal from surgery. He’s been fortunate enough to have his room to himself most of the time, until (Cue doomsday music) a room mate of advanced age, we’ll call him Dick, arrived. I was present for this event, as they brought in the poor man, obviously in alot of pain and discomfort, while his son helped him get situated. Every now and then he would yell out “HELP MEEEE” or some other middle earth sounding monster groan. Annoying yes, ya gotta feel for the guy. But…
Lets be honest. There’s a reason some of us are not nurses. Some of us would begin thinking about tying the guys tubes in a knot because well, we’re just that petty and protective of our own. OK so after I left, its sleepy time for one and all. LF called me later to report that they had moved the guy because he threw a full soda can accross the room and basically was not going to be singing Kum-By-Ya anytime soon. So everyone was now getting the rest and help they needed.
The next phase of on the road to healing took place with transporting LF back to Rhode Island Hospital because he was in major pain where his bladder lives, and violent shaking, possibly a reaction from the physical therapy.
Last I heard, this morning, they’ve replaced the bladder bag and will keep an eye on him through Monday/Tuesday when he’ll see the doc again.
So all prayers and focus on him being well continues to be much appreciated. I wish I could hug each and every one of you. Just not all the time.
More as I get it.
xoxoxoxo
~The Producer