Tuesday, May 31, 2011


NO WORD YET on why Mr. Bob finds himself incarcerated in room 512 in the hospital on the hill. His cheeks are rosier, his breathing is easier, he's getting grumpy, all signs that his condition is improving.

We sat yesterday, watching him take a 5 hour nap, until feeling a little guilty, we wrote a note and propped it on his tray so he'd know we'd slipped away. Our intent was to return in the evening after doing a couple of loads of laundry. Why is it so easy to misjudge the amount of time a task is going to take? It was going on toward 8 o'clock before the last of the clean clothes were folded, so we called Mr. Bob's image up on the screen and visited that way for a bit rather than sneaking around the hospital halls after proper visiting hours.

I've talked to him this morning. Surely we'll hear something today now that the holiday weekend is over and medical people are back at work.

Waiting is not my strong suit. I'm not feeling quite all of one piece and being a natural Eeyore type, it's hard work pushing all the "what if" thoughts out of my thinking. Possessing a vivid imagination is not a good thing at times such as this. 
Say your prayers, cross your fingers or whatever works for you. If and when we hear anything, I'll let you know.


  1. Fingers are crossed, AND prayers are being said.
    Keep us posted!

  2. Thinking of you constantly! Lots of loving energy coming your way!
    Thanks for keeping us posted.

  3. more love and prayers, Jane

  4. Fingers and toes, etc. I hope all is well. I can well imagine how hard waiting is! Thinking of you, Jane. xoxo

  5. Thinking of you both , yes my imagination runs a bit wild too sometimes, especially during the night.
    best wishes Bob --hope you are home very very soon.xx

  6. You're in my prayers with all my fingers and toes crossed! Waiting certainly tries one's patience.

  7. 100 wishes again, for wellness- from Oregon

  8. 'Hoping no news is good news. Love to you all.