REALITY?: Morning Adventure

Well that was quite fun.  I did some running around to banks and grocery and pharmacy, then stopped at Friendly’s and got a chocolate milkshake with a bendy straw in a plain brown paper bag to sneak it into the hospital for my father-in-law.  I am now his favorite daughter-in-law, or maybe even his all-time bestest favorite person.  He’s doing surprisingly well, and they’re talking about sending him home, which most likely will mean a rehab place.  The cancer is not what’s bothering him yet; it’s more the fear of the fluid in his lungs or getting weak from hospital food that he refuses to eat. 

I happened to walk in when he was on his last half hour of dialysis, so I sat with him and watched the blood go round and round through him, through yards of tubing and back again.  It reminded me of siphoning the raspberry wine I make.  In fact, the technician actually does get all the blood back into the patient by gravity flow.  Amazing technology these days.

Then I got lost coming home.  Nevermind that I had just been there with my husband three times in the last week, I have absolutely no sense of direction.  Actually, I took the wrong exit to the hospital, knowing both ways roughly, but being very surprised to find that the one I thought I had taken brought me to the other spot.  Finding the hospital wasn’t hard–I vaguely remembered, and besides you just follow the blue "H" signs and arrows. 

Unfortunately, on the way back  there were no "H" signs for home.  I wound my way through the neighborhoods of New Britain until I found a way to get onto I-84 (didn’t matter which direction I figured because I kind of know that Waterbury’s one way, Hartford’s the other and could get off and on again if necessary) and made it back to my personal safety zone.  Saw the Tunxis CC signs and from there I knew my direction. 

So it was a good morning, and I made an old man very, very happy with a chocolate shake.