WAITING

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.