[Sunday]
Now that I am not considered a threat to the rest of the patients on the leukemia wing, they want to move me back. In fact, last night, at around 9:45 they wanted to move me some time that night. I persuaded them that me sleeping was more important than me getting into a new room on Saturday night rather than Sunday morning.
Sunday brought a lot of visitors -- cousins Mindy, Paula, and Jana, my mom, Mara, Jan, and Paul. Not all at once, but there was some overlap. I am now in position to provide my own whole grains and fibers.
A little before noon, my nurse came to tell me I would be moving soon. I had been talking with anyone who would listen about my strong desire to get one of the bigger rooms on the floor. I had been in a regular room and in a small one, and the small was pretty cramped, especially with a visitor. This floor only has large and small, and I wanted to hold out for a large one, given the time I had already served in the small one, plus the length of my stay so far and yet to come. The nurse tells me I am getting one of the large rooms.
With the help of family, I pack up all my stuff and we waited. Around 3:00, someone came by with a wheelchair (to carry stuff, not me). We parade off of South and down the hall to North. Going down the hall. Rolling and parading into my new SMALL room! I stamp my feet, hold my breath, explain how special I am, and get the person in charge to agree (with only a little eye-rolling) to put me in one of the larger rooms. Fortunately, one is coming available within the hour. My nurse who had told me I was getting a larger room stopped by, and she was not happy to hear about the attempted room switcheroo. "I am going to speak with someone about that."
Since my now ex-new room is too small to host the number of visitors I had, we hang out in the lounge with the exercise equipment. We keep getting updates on the room -- it's empty, we've ordered a cleaning STAT, we're still waiting for the cleaners, the cleaners are in there, it's almost ready.
Around 5:30, I get to move in. The room feels twice as large as the one they were prepared to move me into. It's fantastic.
Glad to hear it! Your very own party room. You'll be able to have dances and maybe a little table tennis, a cookout? Oh, maybe not. Too much smoke might be frowned upon. Anyhooo, live it up. Ya got a large room.
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better! Keep EXERCISING!!! Much love!!!!!