We’re trying to find a cribbage board, a deck of cards, a robe (in case they get Dad walking around and he doesn’t want to moon the nurses; he may want to moon the nurses*), and a pen for score keeping. I’m bringing the start of the TCP afghan to work on while the Butcher and Dad play cribbage and I’ll join in on rummy when they get to that. The Butcher wasn’t sure that Dad would be up for cards while he’s on the morphine, but Dad said that this might be the Butcher’s only chance to beat him at cards.
The nurse helpfully pointed out that they only give morphine in the first 48 hours and after that, he’ll just be on one of those -cet medicines.
Ha, I kind of love Dad’s nurses. We’ve brought chocolate for all of them–a box for the surgical team, a box for the day shift ICU folks, and Lindor truffles for the night shift ICU folks, and a box in reserve for the new team when we get him moved out of the ICU.
And Dad has provided them a sympathetic ear while they sigh and roll their eyes about the guy next door, so I think between that and the chocolate, they love him**.
*Did I tell you that he had to get a pillow to sit on when he sits in the chair because, as one of the nurses helpfully pointed out, “Your dad has no butt!”?
**I, on the other hand, secretly love the guy next door. He came in at the same time as Dad on Monday and was cussing up a storm and demanding to just “get this damn thing over with” and throwing his hat around. And, now, after heart surgery, in the ICU, he’s demanding to be released from the hospital, because he feels fine. Since they won’t let him go home, his new goal seems to be to just find a moment when they aren’t paying attention when he can sneak out and have a cigarette. How he thinks he’s going to achieve this hooked up to eighty million tubes and wires and monitors and with every nurse in the ICU keeping an eye on him, I’m not sure, but I admire his devotion to his task. And his pig-headed lack of willingness to even quit smoking for two days while he’s on morphine. I mean, seriously, if ever you were going to make a break from tobacco, this would be an easy time, but no, he’s going to have him a cigarette.