Frustration continues......

This morning, the phone rang in the middle of the night, and my heart nearly stopped.

Only to hear 'Good morning, my dear friend, it is 8:30 a.m. Put on my glasses, looked at the clock and said, 'Peter, it is 3:3o in the morning.'

Of course I went to the hospital early this afternoon, and they were just changing his Depends. Great to behold, hey... (The door was open a bit.) His 'perky' nurse was on duty. Yesterday I also had to wait while they changed the bandage on his foot, and she said, 'Now you can go in young man...' And I did a rubber-neck, and said, 'Young man??? Where???' She laughed and excused herself, she is half my age... I found it funny.

Today she came out, and looked at me sternly. 'Are you bringing him Coca Cola???' And I said, 'Whaaa? I would never bring him that. Ever.' (A liter or Co-Cola has the equvalent of 70 sugar cubes in it... just so's ya know... it would kill him.)

'Well, he said you were...'

Uh-huh...

So I told her about the 3:30 a.m wake up call, and the rest of it.

'I can't breathe.'

'Call the nurse to renew the oxygen.' (which is all they are giving him so far...)

'I can't, I'm in another room, (panicked) and I need to get out of here.'

Whereupon the nurse said, after relating this surreal call in the middle of the night... 'Don't go any further, I get the picture.'

However.... we have the upper denture mystery.

There was a second call, ya see, this morning. 'I lost my upper dentures', and the nurses were supposedly looking all over for them and could I come down and help them find it. Beg pardon???

I didn't beleive that for a second.

But after arriving... his uppers were still nowhere to be found.

So I rummaged around in his drawer, there is no one else in the room, so they could only be in his bed, and I wasn't about to rip that apart with him in it....

And instead marched down to the nurse's station, and said, 'Herr P can't find his upper dentures. Said there was a 'search' and you couldn't find them????' And one of them said, 'I gave them to him this morning, they must be in the bed somewhere. And there was no 'search'.'

Uh-huh...

And I went into Austro-mode, and said, 'Well it would be nice if you could find them for him...'

Herrgottnochmalfixsakramenthalleluja....

There is no diagnosis clipboard anywhere that I can surreptitiously look at... I have no idea what is happening... it is sort of disconcerting.

All I can assume is that he has to be stabilised before they really can DO anything concrete.

It's a mystery...