In good hands…

I let my guard down. I went to the post office. I started unpacking our overnight suitcases from our city apartment. I found my flip flops. I made jello and pudding and supplemented it for Jake. I went to lunch with friends. I had unexpected visitors for dinner. 4 old high school friends, reunited and talked for 6 hours straight. I took them on a tour of the new high school. We took pictures doing cartwheels on the stage. I went to bed feeling good. My baby was coming back from North Carolina tomorrow.  I slept until 9 am…then it became real. Jake was saying things that were loopy. After a few emails and phone calls, I knew we needed to head to the hospital.  It’s been 8 hours. We’re waiting on the doctor. Thank goodness there was a bed. Thank goodness he’s not hungry, thirsty or in pain. They don’t want him to have anything until they evaluate him. Thankfully, he is resting peacefully.  There were 2 admissions ahead of him. The nurse just came in and woke him up. Well now he’s hungry…great.  Pudding and chicken noodle soup probably won’t appease him. He’s willing to try to eat it.  We’ve really struggled to get him to eat. Nurse J. is on top of it. Jake gets a kick out of her. She has an accent and gets right in his face. She has brought in one of everything, just to taste- you taste- you may like it now…I need to take her home with us. He thinks the chicken noodle soup smells good. She’s putting cheese on a cracker. You try this- you like? Jake would have yelled at me long before this, but Nurse J has the touch. Jake is afraid they’ll release Physical therapist K on him next. He’ll probably have me lifting weights tomorrow. I was so happy they told me I was coming back to floor 5. I was scared of where they might put me.  I hope I’m home by Monday…you’re in good hands, Jake. This is a setback, but hopefully just a little one. You keep eating, Baby…

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