There is a point in a prolonged hospital stay
when all is rhythm and cadence. We have our
base line, and the nurses set the tone.
We know the beat; vitals at 10 pm, 2 am, 6 am, noon,
and 6 pm. We start to tap our feet when the rounds run
late. The nurses come and go, and we try to learn all
of the names and their particular ways.
I actually sleep better here, on my slide away shelf,
than I did at home. I no longer wake at 3 am with
insomniatic thoughts, instead I'm up at 6 waiting for
the nurse to come for morning vitals. That constant
whir of unordered thoughts has left. I'm not missing it.
We will go home soon. It's just a waiting game now,
as Sweet G's heart and bloodpressure get with the beat.
Then we'll start the new routine.