Poor Tom – he lost his Thanksgiving holiday while I was being shuffled around and then out of the hospital. Now he’s stuck with me, the patient less than two weeks past surgery, who needs help with everything.
No wonder Emory sends a social worker around to make sure the patients will have a caregiver when they’re discharged.
There were many prescriptions to be filled, nourishing and special foods to buy, and all my hospital goodies to organize and arrange. He also went out and bought a blood pressure monitor, a heating pad with massager, and a teak bench for safe showering.
For me it’s just getting into comfy clothes and sliding into bed, or the recliner. That massage-heating pad relieves the tension in my back and the drugs ease the pain.
And then it’s sleep, and more sleep.
All in the cocoon of his care. Knowing someone strong looks out for me, feeds me, and gets anything I need.
A tender oblivion.
