Friday May 1, 2020
I called my son as I was out walking today (did another 5 miles) and it was good to hear his voice. He hadn’t seen the doctor yet, but he is hopeful he can come home today. He sounds stronger and he said the new anti-nausea drug they put him on has really helped him keep food down. He asked for ice cream and I told him I’d go to Walmart and get him some. It’s a beautiful day outside and as I passed by, I told him about the dogs, people, bunnies and birds as I passed by them. He’s been confined to bed for weeks, so he hasn’t been able to appreciate the lovely spring weather we’ve been having.
Update--they’re keeping him one more day. He’s crushed, but there is nothing I can do. I called the hospital yesterday to see if I could visit him and they said no as if they’d said that very thing many, many times. They probably had. I can’t imagine how lonely it is to be in the hospital (never the most fun place) all alone, especially when you are feeling so low anyway.
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