I am so grateful for all of the people who have been helping to care for my father in the hospital, but I do not like to go there. For a while I had to go because Dad was too weak to even push the call button for the nurse. Now he is SO much better, but I still go to make sure I know what's going on and help him pass the time. Plus now that he will be coming home next week
I'm tired of his room even though they have done everything they can to make us all comfortable. I'm tired of all the noise even though I know it distracts Dad. I'm tired of eating out every day and not being able to cook for my family. I'm tired of leaving in the morning when everyone is asleep so I can be there when the doctors come by. (But thank you to Dr. Warshauer for that reassuring and only slightly disturbing pep talk this morning, Dad loved it) I'm tired of trying to make sure we have help when we come home (a huge thank you to Vance for subtly nagging my mother for me) I'm tired of existing in this loop between Dad's room and the therapy room (shout-outs here for Allen and Patrick who have helped Dad improve EVERY day) I am just tired of the hospital.
Last night Dad started worrying that he was never going to get home. As much as I know it's irrational, I also understand it. He's tired of the hospital, too. We are all ready to go home.