Always one day behind

Anyway, yesterday Mom was pretty much the same.  The hospital is still monitoring her heart rate and oxygen levels and blood pressure.

Kathy and Linda stayed with her most of the day.  Guillermo and I went to the hospital around 11am and stayed for a little while and then went back home to take care of some things.  In the evening, I got ready to go back to the hospital to spend the night.  By the time I got back to the hospital at 6:45pm, Mom had already been moved to her new room on a different floor.  So, she is no longer in ICU.  Her room is in a quieter area and the room is nice and big and even has a couch!

So, yesterday evening Mom and I took a walk around her floor, looking at all the paintings on the walls.  She was chipper and seemed totally in to walking.  UNTIL we got, of course, to the farthest spot away from her room.  As we were headed back, she started saying that her right leg was starting to hurt and it got worse the more she walked.  I asked her if she wanted to sit for a little while, or if she wanted me to go get a wheelchair for her, I even saw an office chair out in the hall that I said, "look, sit down on that and I'll give you a ride to the room!".  But she wanted to keep walking.  So, the walk back to the room was pretty labored but she made it.  I told the nurse about that this morning when he came around and we agreed that if that should happen again, I should just override what she wants and go get her a wheelchair or something.  Good to know.

Anway, this morning Mom seems to feel tired and a little dizzy.  The side-effects of the blood thinning medication she is on will do that.  But it doesn't help either that there really isn't any good way to get any sleep in this hospital.  Not that this hospital is unique in that respect - they are all always too noisy.  And yes, there are definitely some things that need to be done periodically, middle of the night and all.  But really.  Changing the trash bags at 4 in the morning????  Grabbing those plastic bags and shaking them loudly in the air so that they puff up to place in the bin. And not just one bag, either.  There are 4 different cans in this room so yep, four different loud episodes of plastic being shaken up in the air, slapping in the wind.  I felt like saying, "can you just set those bags down on the counter and I'll change the trash at a more decent hour in the morning?"  Really!!!!  So, is it any wonder that Mom is tired????

We ate breakfast together and then Mom freshened up in the bathroom.  Afterwards we took a very short walk to the window closer to her room in the hallway and stood there and felt the sun for a few seconds.   That was a good enough walk.  Later that morning, a friend of hers from church came to visit and stayed until Mom's lunch was delivered.  After lunch, we went for another little walk - to the second painting in the hallway and she did really well.  She still did not feel good, still felt dizzy, but at least her leg wasn't hurting her.  Shortly before I left for the day, we did a video chat with Andrew which Mom thoroughly enjoyed.
I took the laptop around the room and showed Andrew all of Mom's balloons and the flowers Linda and Jacob gave her, he saw Mom in her bed (she waved to him), and I showed him the little couch in the room - which he was interested in seeing.  He even listened to "You are My Sunshine" which plays on one of the balloons from Linda and Jacob.  He thought that was really special.