Trapped

We’re trapped by a drain (aka closed wound suction evacuator) in Nicks leg and if it does not come out by two o’clock he will have to have another round of antibiotics. Nicks iv keeps bleeping and I worry it will stop working. If it does I am refusing to let them put in a new one (literally). Unless someone comes in and says the drain has to stay in which would mean we’re not going home and Nick can’t do PT cause he can’t put the cast on till the drain is out…

It’s like “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”…

if you give a kid a drain in his leg he’s going to have to have antibiotics to go with it and if you give him antibiotics you’ll have to give him an iv and if he has an iv…

All ending in the fact that we can’t go home. I am watching the clock hoping Dr.Standards PA gets here in time. I thought it was a clinic day but it’s not. Apparently Dr. S has a lot of inpatients. I hate to be whiny but I want to go home. I want to shower. I want Nick out of here. He says he wants to stay (cable tv, meals made to order) but he also said “I’m tired of my life. Well not my whole life but this part of it”. I think home will help distract him from this part.

I want this part to be over too. It was November I think when Nick’s foot began to hurt and this adventure began. We’ve had other ups and downs as well. For Nick his arm is the stand out. And there’s moving. Nicholas said he wants to grow his hair longer to fit in our new neighborhood. It’s funny cause it seems like the kids in our area march to the beat of their own drummer but what do I know. Frankly a hair cut while having an arm cast sounded like an itchy proposition to me. I am happy to let him do whatever he likes with his hair.

I guess I should order lunch. May as well be trapped and well fed!