Oh, yeah, JSH is alive and kicking. He was moved into his ICU room this evening with much fanfare as he wanted to know exactly who was steering the nursing ship. Pity the fool who told him she was a "Flex" nurse rather than a FT ICU nurse.
So, he is VERY lucid, asked lots of questions, and was finally reassured of the staff's proficience. We left him in the capable hands of Krista, who while exceedingly smart, competent, and nice, could really use a better colorist. (Watch my mother make me take this aside out tomorrow. Read it while you can!)
Trink will be back before 6 AM tomorrow morning to be there when Dr. Cobb does his rounds pre-7 AM. This is one of many reasons I could not be a doctor. How on earth do people expect you to not only be coherent that early, but also have people's fates in in your hands before you can truly be appropriately caffeinated?
On that note, I'm going to bed. More from the trenches tomorrow!
(This post's title comes from "When Harry Met Sally," which is MY all-time favorite movie. Possibly because I remember how hard my dad laughed when we saw it together in the theatre when it came out. Back when they made movies that both children and their parents could see together. As I look at the rating for this film, R, and its release date, 1989, I'm ever so slightly curious HOW it was I got to see this with my father, as I was only 14 at the time. Clearly he knew I was wise beyond my years, even then. I bought it again for him on Blu-Ray last Christmas, despite his already having it on VHS and DVD. When he inquired as to why I bought it again, I informed him that Target had it on sale for $4, it was a gift, and to just say thank you. It is not $4 on Amazon, but it is less than $8 if you need to pick it up for yourself. And if you've ever seen me order food in a restaurant, now you know why.)
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