The Funny Farm

Yep. . . my Daddy is still being held captive in Greenville Memorial Hospital! He hasn't had surgery, but the doctor is going to make a final decision today or tomorrow. His upper thigh is still first on the list, his lower leg has suddenly become infected and will need to be whittled on a bit and finally his chest is a maybe. Dr. Fowler took his stitches out of his chest on Saturday (after being in for a month) and said that he still wasn't pleased with the redness. He wants it not to just be faded, but not red at all. It just doesn't seem like he is going to be able to heal fast enough. I looked at his chest last night and couldn't hide my disappointment. It kills me because he is acting like he feels so good, he is eating well, and walking the halls to get some exercise - how could he be in need of such drastic surgery. We just have to believe that there is still time - and there really is!
Mother had a really nice "Tech" that told her that she could simply request a large "deluxe" suite on the same hall. It's on a first ask, first given basis! No one has ever told us that those special rooms were just there for the asking. I guess we all thought you had to be one of the hospital's board of directors to get the "holy cow" suite. Anyway, my parents are "moving on up" as soon as the guy that is in there now goes home. Mother was packed and ready to evacuate at a moments notice yesterday, but the other patient decided to stay one more day - heck, it must be really nice! Hopefully he will hit the road today! One thing is for sure; my parents are ready for a change. The view of anything besides the side of the opposite hospital wing would be enough to get excited about! Bless their hearts - come Wednesday they will have been in the hospital for three months with only 16 short days at home (spread out of course). You know in the back of my mind I am playing a game with myself - thinking that if they get this great room then he will miraculously heal and be sent home ASAP! That's how things work for us usually! Well at least before this lengthy hospital nightmare began!
I had a wonderful visit with my parents last night. We went walking after the Super Bowl was over and visited a few of the halls Daddy has been on. There are some really, really great nurses out there (and believe me a few rotten ones) and we wanted to just see if some of the ones that were so nice to Daddy and Mother were there. We walked until after 12:00 am, but found a few sweet ones that couldn't believe that Daddy was still there in his bathrobe. We even showed him the terrible, ugly, very bad waiting room Mother had to set up residence in twice while he was in CVICU! We told him all about how we declared the tiny, private cubby with squatter's rights and there was never a moment that we didn't have one of us guarding our area. I know we sound crazy! But we were not playing around, by George, that was our spot!
I hope to post soon about the doctor's big decision with regards to Daddy's chest. I believe He can pull out a miracle! I am considering putting some makeup on Daddy's chest to cover all of the redness! We love and care for him so much and hate, HATE, HATE! the thought of Daddy having to go through a fourth chest opening! The big kicker is that they will leave him open to heal from the inside out! UGGH! I am thankful for the progress Daddy's body has made and pray for what is best for him. Keep praying y'all!