Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Still Waiting

Still in the hospital.  But with some hope of being released tomorrow.

Apparently they wanted  to be sure they had pumped enough antibiotics in me to kill pneumonia and whatever it's  made of.  Every so often an aide comes by and hangs a plastic bag of clear liquid on a pole to replace one that's almost empty.

About four times a day someone comes by to check my blood pressure to see if it's high or low.

All in all this laying around doesn't fit well into my lifestyle.  I never feel better than when I'm moving.  Maybe tomorrow that's what'll happen.