Two down, three to go. I had my 8:00 Treatment this AM. felt lousy which is my new way of facing the day, but better than I did last night. I believe I placed second in the Hurling contest. First Prize was captured by Seamus O'Shanussy who downed a fifth of Scotch (Not savored) a pint of Old Granddad (slugged away) and a triple shot of Oso Negro followed by a smidgeon of salted Tequilla and a handful of bar nuts. The Wake for Seamus will be held at Ye Olde Tavern from 6 - 10 Wednesday night. [Where did this come from?] I had the usual problems but was told things would improve in the afternoon. That was fairly accurate as they had no place to go but up.
Today was my last Weekly See. All were pleased with my progress and lauded Nurse R for her tenacity in dealing with an ill patient. She obviously impressed them with her Florence Nightingale skills and the bandying around of such arcane nursing terms as "suppository injection" and "feeding tube ettiquette." I have to stop this as the delirium is forcing it away from me.
I next went for my second treatment of the day fraught with the same problems. However, I survived it and we headed home at 3:30.
I am now into my second feeding of the day and it is 4:25 There have been talks of a third but I shall fight it with my last drop of sputum. Now I am quite tired and really want to take a nap but the tube is moving slowly. Maybe I can get Nurse R to speed it up.
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