Ground Hog Day Sunday

 The current window on a big part of my world.

So, after going every morning before school, and after school and sometimes in between, I was finally graced by the presence of the Wonderful Wizard of Hospitaldom, the hospitalist, which supposedly runs this show, though this is the fourth one Uncle Jimi has had.
Saturday night I texted-
Returned this evening to give him a bath and the hospitalist very begrudgingly made an appearance to assure me of what I already knew, that Jimi is"stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea."  She said she had informed Jimi of everything he needed to know.
Let me break in here and say that I wished I had asked if her blood level was ever  less than half of normal?  Added to three weeks of no consistent sleep. Added to having dozens of people in and out and surgeons and specialists changing in and out like underwear.  Added to plans literally changing moment by moment. Added to one doctor walking in and saying one thing and another coming right behind saying the exact opposite.  Would you know what was going on?  I highly doubt it.
Back to the text- The portal pressure med that was pulled off apparently loses its efficacy after several days. Cardio doc recanted and increased med to slow heart per GI's suggestion of 50 to 60, as we both look up at the monitor and see that his heart rate is 80. Umm, that doesn't seem to be getting the job done ya think?  Cardio will not pull back on blood thinners till March 6. He has to maintain a 7.5 over three days to be moved to rehab.  I surely hope nothing terrible befalls her or someone else due to the exorbitant amount of time, ten minutes, she spent in here, part of which was to remind me how busy she is and her annoyance with my expectations.  End of text.
I told Jimi this is just what it is and we have to ride it out. It is lousy, but we have no choice.  He's always been a jokester so he needs to up his game to keep us entertained till March 6.
So, his new entertainment is seeing if he can launch his straw paper into my hair when I least expect it.
This morning's text -
Good morning, we are broadcasting live from the Hotel California, where you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave. And, in keeping with our partners in crime, Pete and Repeat, blood is up slightly after yesterday's transfusion in the detoxifier. Today's nurse is a sweetie.  I was up at Dark Thirty and fixed him gravy and biscuits. It was on our mind due to a gravy fest in Louisville yesterday.  As has ever been true with the myriad of my poor, pitiful, sick people, if I can feed them and they can love it, and they usually do thanks to the Good Lord who saw fit to pass Wandy's penchant and genes for preparing delectables to me, then we have a just right few minutes of all is right with our world, and it is glorious.
I also mentioned that these days just get longer and he really appreciates visits or cards or pictures from our littles.
Between visits yesterday we went to  our sophomore Bean's swimming sectional meet.  He swam against 16 other schools and came in 2nd and 3rd in two events to seniors.  That crazy hair yellow/gold hair and how big it is cracks me up. Interesting to me that he does that to his hair, then marches in with a hood on.

Thanks Ceece and Bugg for the snaps. 

This with Jimi brought back memories, probably ones I've told before, but they always make us smile.
Jimi kept Bean when he was about 18 months old.  Jimi was recovering then from another health crisis and so he kept a rug rolled up under Bean's crib.  He would put him down, unroll the rug and lay down beside him and they napped together.
I took Bean to the zoo and my beloved gorilla was strutting his stuff, putting on a show for us. I guess he got tired and a grabbed an armload of straw and came right to where Bean was at the window and shaped the straw into a bowl and lay down in it.  Bean immediately laid right down beside him on the other side.  I could hardly wait to tell Jimi he'd been mistaken for a gorilla.
Jimi also has long had a bad hip.  Bean developed the same bad hip and every time he had to step up onto something is would groan a little.  I have a step up in this old house and we heard that little groan many times, always warming our hearts.  Have mercy, was there ever a more adored grandchild?  Oh yeah there was, about a dozen of them.
After swimming, we went to a reception to celebrate a new marriage and I got to see old friends and kiddos who spent most every Easter here during there growing up years.
A little bit of fun and normal is nice.
Handy Man has two more interviews this week.  Join me in prayers that this new path becomes clear to him.
And those sisters of mine will both be here this weekend!  Goodness, when you've spent 60 years being the baby, it ain't much fun being the grown-up. I'll gratefully return to my position in the family thank you!