The Puddles

I come to the hospital this morning and Ben is dressed and eating breakfast.  He looks a lot like his old self.  He took several laps with daddy this morning all ready and had an xray.

His temperature went up a little last night to about 100 degrees.  Not a big deal, but something to watch.  His blood pressure is still high.  He dinged the bell this morning at 145/80.  The nurse has a plan to try to do a better job of controlling his blood pressure, but we still have to get approval from the doctors.  His pressure is still high in part because his heart hasn’t learned to settle down from working so hard prior to surgery.  It is still a work in progress.

There is now some talk that we may not be able to get home tomorrow. They can’t get us scheduled to go to the echo tomorrow.  So we may have to wait until Tuesday.  Hospitals are like that.  You never know when something will happen.  We are just one small part of a huge mechanism.

On another note . . . I am having some awesome adventures riding the metrorail.  I rode by myself last night.  Not too bad. I saw my first rat, and a very nice young man sat next to me.  Of course on first sight this young man could cause someone to grab her purse and hold it tighter (all in black with kind of that gangster look).  And yet he asked me, “Mamn, may I please sit next to you?” . . . some small talk . . . and then,”Thank you for letting me sit next to you.”  I learned to not judge but to still be careful.

The world is good and we may get more visitors today. Ben would like that. And the Kennels arrive to take the girls.  They are all so excited.  I told Marsha to not be surprised if she gets lots of cuddles. More later . . .