This is the voice of WIF. Canmancan is holding his own, but very, very tired at this point. I’ll leave all the humour, irony, sarcasm, satire and esoteric references where they belong (with him) and just tell it like it is.
May 3, 2012
Day 8 (Thursday) started out well, with the unhooking of the IV at about 10:50 a.m. and the freedom of a shower without an IV pole. Appetite was down a bit and tiredness was up, though. Lousy news in the evening – running a low grade fever of 37.5, which may indicate an infection.
May 4, 2012
Day 9 (Friday) was worse – no appetite and no energy whatsoever. Visitors have been banished (although I negotiated a lunch time visit for myself every day). Phone calls have been discontinued, too (except one dinner time call to get updates). C-man is too tired to talk, to read, to eat, to post, or to do just about anything. The good news is that his fever hasn’t gone up any more, so at this point there are no antibiotics and no blood transfusions. His roommate argues all night with his personal care worker, shouting and swearing in a variety of languages, all of them loud. He also used C-man’s specially-purchased-for-the-hospital crocs last night. Eeewww. Is nothing sacred? One of them needs a sleeping pill.
Thank you WIF for keeping us all in the loop. If room mate is not given a sleeping pill, might I suggest taping the now smelly Croc to his sleep apnea'd nose and mouth --- Or perhaps a toilet plunger! That could look vaguely Hannibal Lectery. Then Canmancan, can sleep.
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