I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, April 30, 2007

Updates

Mom is doing better now. Last Wednesday she had another heart attack. Fortunately she was still in the hospital, so it was a quick commute back to the Coronary Care Unit. She spent two days there and then they transferred her back to the physical therapy unit. Tomorrow they'll do an evaluation to see if she's ready to go home. My guess is that with missing three days of therapy, she'll still be at the hospital for a bit. Last week saw Steve doing the, "Where did you move my Mother?" routine a couple of times.

2 comments:

Dan said...

Our best to your mom. I've done a number of stints of visiting the parents in the hospital and it's no picnic. Hang in there.

Steve Buchheit said...

Yep, it's no fun at all. When I'm not there I worried about her in a way different than when she's at home (some people are German, some Italian, I come from Small Worried People Stock). The hospital is just close enough that I can make it there to see her, but far enough away that it hurts the next day. So it just sucks away energy and time.