My grandfather was admitted to the hospital Sunday evening with pneumonia. My parents went over to visit him Sunday afternoon to find him with a high fever and really out of it. His doctor advised a trip to ER and he was admitted Sunday night/early Monday morning.
The good news is--he's doing a lot better now. He's responding well to the medicine. His fever is gone and he may get to go home this afternoon.
I stopped by the hospital last night to visit with him. He was in good spirits and is doing well for being a week away from his 92nd birthday. He was reminiscing with Mom about his days in the Army and the places he's travelled to. I could listen to those stories for hours and I find myself regretting when I was younger I wasn't more interested in the stories and really appreciated their value as much as I do now.
I was also happy with the fact that I was able to visit him in the hospital without feeling the least bit of panic or like I was going to faint. Don't laugh. It happens to me. One time I was visiting a friend who'd been in a car wreck and while the doctor was in talking to her, I passed out. I hear she was talking about how she was feeling and said, "...and if you could help out my friend, that'd be great too."
Of course, seeing one of the nurses who was on the floor with my grandfather, I was wondering if passing out might not be a good way to break the ice. But I thought not. I'm not thinking trained medical professional females are going to find the passing out guy all that attractive.
Then again, I could be wrong. But I don't think I'll test that one.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 11/29/2005 02:09:00 PM