Blulips are tooming
Sobins are ringing
Flickadees are chitting
Squeasants are phawking
Life goes on in the garden while John sits in his hospital bed, watching the fountain spray into McGuire Lake. Sleeping isn't easy with the gurgles, farts and snores around him. Backgammon competitions and cribbage challenges are welcome diversions. A pouch that hangs around his neck holds an electronic device that is wired terminals on his body. This device apparently sends signals and messages to the Nurse's station. Meanwhile his heart beat continues to be low and somewhat erratic but his blood pressure has stabilized to a very good rate.
Three times each day, a tray arrives that usually holds unidentifiable food items. Both visually and by taste, these items are beyond description. Occasionally, to his delight, a large quivering square of red jello appears! I try to arrive with tempting edibles just before these dreaded trays are rolled onto the floor.
We hope that a decision will be made on Monday...try medications again or insert a pacemaker?
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