Bob's seventh day in the hospital found him in a private room! Late afternoon on Sunday, his nurse, Robert, thought Bob should be moved to a private room. Yay!!! He moved from 2G36 to 2G41. Bob didn't realize how "noisy" his first room was until he was moved to a private room. When he was in the first room, 3 roomies came and left while they were trying to figure out what to do with Bob! The last one (Herbert) was 95. He was hard of hearing (his family just talked him into getting hearing aids after years of needing them!) Between the two of them, those couple of days were quite loud. He said he slept better last night. We could tell Bob was feeling quite a bit better today. He was giving the nurses a bad time . . . advising one after the other that they weren't communicating enough!
For some reason, when I was taking pictures, Bob asked me to take a picture of the "wall" with all the stuff on it. Don't know the reason . . . but I did it.
This afternoon the doctor gave Bob a little light at the end of the tunnel. Depending on how he continues to handle the new drugs they're giving him, he might be able to come home Tuesday. We're keeping our fingers crossed. He will most likely come home with new diet instructions, including fluid restrictions and low salt intake. He'll need to keep track of his weight daily which will give an indication of his fluid retention. If he doesn't follow doctors orders . . . he could end up back in the hospital. When Bob questioned whether or not he would remember to weigh himself every day, I asked him if he wanted another hospital stay. Bob answered with a resounding "NO." I think he'll remember to keep track of his weight. . . . and Lola won't let him forget either.
