sur·re·al \sə-ˈrē(-ə)l also -ˈrā-əl\ adjective
1: marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream
That is the only way I can describe tonight - surreal.
I went to the hospital after work and it was just bizarre - when I arrived I had heard Gigi moved to a new room - 514 versus 515 - when I arrived at 514 there was a police officer standing outside of the room with his arms crossed.
I stopped. "I'm sorry I must have the wrong room."
"No, I am with the person in bed two." I looked in and Gigi was in bed one - sleeping.
Her roommate however was lying in bed with the curtain closed - all I could see was her leg which was shackled to the bed.
The irony - a judge's wife rooming with a convict.
After this is pretty much went down hill.
Gigi slept from 5:30 - 7:30. At about 7:35 she starting screaming that she ate too much. I told her she had not eaten and she then screamed she was a big pig who ate too much - over and over and over.
I tried to calm her, but it didn't work, I think she is so hungry she may hurt and she thinks she ate too much. It was too much and I sat and cried while the guards watched CSI with the convict and laughed at Gigi as she screamed.
My dad and his brothers need to make a decision about feeding tubes tomorrow since Gigi cannot swallow. They are also going to get the MRI results which will hopefully help them.
When all is said and done I think it is going to come down to the definition of "extraordinary measures".
1: marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream
That is the only way I can describe tonight - surreal.
I went to the hospital after work and it was just bizarre - when I arrived I had heard Gigi moved to a new room - 514 versus 515 - when I arrived at 514 there was a police officer standing outside of the room with his arms crossed.
I stopped. "I'm sorry I must have the wrong room."
"No, I am with the person in bed two." I looked in and Gigi was in bed one - sleeping.
Her roommate however was lying in bed with the curtain closed - all I could see was her leg which was shackled to the bed.
The irony - a judge's wife rooming with a convict.
After this is pretty much went down hill.
Gigi slept from 5:30 - 7:30. At about 7:35 she starting screaming that she ate too much. I told her she had not eaten and she then screamed she was a big pig who ate too much - over and over and over.
I tried to calm her, but it didn't work, I think she is so hungry she may hurt and she thinks she ate too much. It was too much and I sat and cried while the guards watched CSI with the convict and laughed at Gigi as she screamed.
My dad and his brothers need to make a decision about feeding tubes tomorrow since Gigi cannot swallow. They are also going to get the MRI results which will hopefully help them.
When all is said and done I think it is going to come down to the definition of "extraordinary measures".
Comments
still thinking of you, susan...that sounds excruciating.