Pain

The good news: he's in his own room, on the 2nd floor, just across from the nurse's station. And the bad: there's so much pain. So much that I am nagging the nurses, so much that I want to give him his Percocet, but he can only have ice chips, so much that I want to scream like Shirley McClaine did in "Terms of Endearment," when they wouldn't give her daughter her pain meds. But you know me, I don't scream, I speak nicely. And again. And again. So the nurse comes in to give him extra medication and finds that there's a kink in the line! And he isn't getting any pain meds at all! She fixes that. She comes in again and discovers that the pumps for his stockings (on his legs to maintain circulation) aren't turned on. Duh!! And later we find that the nurses' station call button isn't turned on. After more extra pain meds, he finally fell asleep. I leave, with a question: Where is his back brace? He will need it when they get him up. We brought it with us to the hospital. They assure me that they will locate it.

Till tomorrow....I'll be there in the morning, before the shift change.