Saturday, January 17
Steve, Mom, and I continued the Evans ritual, then popped in to see Dad. Actually, we wheeled Mom up, because she was struggling with her leg and back after all the walking of our stressful day Thursday. Dad was ready for a hike. Steve and I followed him, his robe over his shoulders to shield his backside in the typically revealing hospital gown. The belly distension he experienced could be best relieved by walking. He broke his record of four laps around the triangular corridor by taking six.
We heard from Gary and Emily, and Dad called Ben Haden as well. Ben had planned a trip to Atlanta with Wendell Jones to visit Dad Monday. Gary's family was planning to visit, as was Emily.
Mom and I went to get a snack while Steve drove to the hotel to work. Then back in Dad's room, he was ready to walk again. He tooled around six laps pushing his IV stand. We resituated him in bewd, with the help of tech Michelle. She checked Dad's blood sugar. He was relieved to learn she didn't need to inject him with insulin this time. Those shots in the side of his belly were no fun.
Emily arrived to visit P-Paw, then we switched places with Sherry and Laney, who switched with Gary and Ben, who left to make room for Ann and Trey. Dad was delighted to see the family all in one day.
In the meantime, Steve, Mom, Emily, and I enjoyed holding and feeding baby Jack in the elegant hospital lobby.
Poor Dad was left to his ice chips with a swollen abdomen while the rest of us met at Alfredo's for a fun family dinner. But he was happy the family was spending time together. Mom, Steve, and I adjourned to the hotel.
I talked to Dad on the phone, after Gary answered, "Nurse Ratchet." Dad was about to speed around the ward's perimeter six more rounds. He was hoping for a "magical" suppository tomorrow, which David Liang, the surgery intern, said Dad would probably get.
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