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Disturbed and Disloyal

So I got three calls from Magee today. One that his room was moved for a better roommate match. Two to confirm hotel reservations for me. Three to let me know that he has an infection in his urine. And what they’re doing to remedy that (straight catheter and antibiotics because he isn’t peeing on […]

So I got three calls from Magee today. One that his room was moved for a better roommate match. Two to confirm hotel reservations for me. Three to let me know that he has an infection in his urine. And what they’re doing to remedy that (straight catheter and antibiotics because he isn’t peeing on his own since they removed the Foley catheter). I’m raw and real here. Sorry. So I’m thrilled for the constant updates from the staff and keeping me in the loop, but it’s still overwhelming. It’s just a ton of information.

So I came to Philly tonight to visit with the hubs. Tim came to visit shortly after I arrived and was able to keep his giggling to a minimum with the crazy stuff Bob says. I wasn’t. And my blue eyed boyfriend (sorry Suze) took me out for dinner. He’s a keeper.

I am also staying overnight at a local hotel and get to go to his therapies tomorrow. It’s a Sheraton. *shudder* We are LOYAL Marriott customers. Marriott is home. But Sheraton is $20 due to a grant from Magee because we are so far away. So I’m disloyal. And sick about it.

And I’m disturbed. Because while I’m normally extremely independent (movies, dinners out, and sight seeing in a new city by myself) I don’t care for hotels by myself. So I find myself in the hotel lobby bar drinking beer.

I have a nice view from my room. And Mikey will love the pool when he comes to stay with me here next week. But it’s still weird to be by myself. So I seek solace in the hotel bar. People. Sixers. Beer.

When I saw Bob tonight he was a new man. Sitting upright in his wheelchair with clothes on! He still yells “hello!”. And the staff now responds, “Is it me you’re looking for?”. And he hollered for awhile about something being in his butt. Yep. Your spine. He was convinced that it was a wire, keyboard, lightbulb.

He is well cared for. This is the best place for him. It’s just hard to imagine what life will look like a week from now. A month from now. Six months from now. Tomorrow is a month since the accident. It’s hard for me. And it’s hard for Mikey.

My views…

How they transfer Bob from wheelchair to bed and back.