I understand my father’s dilemma. He knows most aches and pains are just passing moments. If he called us for every one (and by us, I mean my sister and brother-in-law who have taken on this responsibility) we’d never hang up.
On the other hand, maybe his threshold needs to be readjusted down a little. That would have mattered here.
Trudi said as soon as they gave him some fluids via IV he perked up. Being ninety is no small task. It is physically taxing and a little scary. My dad usually handles it well.
He called tonight.
“They have some pretty nurses here,” he said. He’s said that at every hospital stay and even some of my mom’s. He sounded great, probably glad to have the constant company a hospital provides.
Cue the jokes in 3, 2, 1…
He’s in a community hospital this time. He’s in a whole lot less peril and should be out in a few days.