BRONCHOSCOPY.....a worrisome word if you're about to undergo the procedure, but Mr. Bob is braver than ten of us put together.
I, however, went to bed last night with an irregular heartbeat and palpitations, awakening at 4 a.m. half an hour before the alarm was set to go off and using that 30 minutes to concentrate on the phrase, "Thou shall keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee."
I could have called on one of the many people who've offered to do anything imaginable to help, but I chose to tough it out alone, or so I thought, except that help appeared in many unexpected forms during the difficult waiting time.
Nurses have been taking their days off and expressing astonishment to find Mr. Humphrey still on the scene when they return. We thought he might be released tomorrow but the appearance of a sudden fever this afternoon lessened that possibility.
I think he's having a pretty good time with his newfound friends. Of one thing, we're sure.........everybody loves Mr. Bob. He's one of a kind! His fan club at the Manor can barely wait for his reappearance. If it wasn't such a geriatric group, I'd have fears about his being mobbed when he comes back. Even the residents that don't remember his name are inquiring after "the cameraman".