This afternoon I took Warren to NIH so he could be admitted as an in-patient. He'll be there for the next 8 days (I think). I left the hospital at 6:30 so I could come home and get my dinner. He said call him at 8:30. So I did, and at 8:40, 8:50, 9:00, 9:10 and 9:20 (so far). He's not answering. I know that he's probably sitting in the bed sound asleep and the volume on the phone ringer was probably left low by the last resident of the room. I should have checked that before I left (my bad!). So now he'll probably wake up at 11:00 or 12:00 and think I've been abducted by aliens or killed in a horrific car crash and worry all night. No, he probably won't think to CALL ME (but maybe I'm wrong).
Well I just gave up and called NIH Directory Assistance and asked to be connected to the 3NW nurses station, and the woman who answered said he was probably asleep. I said I need to let him know that I got home OK or he'll wake up and be worried. She said the charge nurse would tell him I called. OK, everyone in this room who believes that, please raise your hand. Hmmm. That's what I thought too, he's not going to know I called. She probably wasn't even listening when I said my name or his room number. You know you can tell by the way people sound like you've annoyed them by calling. I'm going to have to kick his ass or maybe that woman's that I just talked to (oops pardon my French).
Tomorrow I will be cranking up the volume on that phone or taking him his cell phone. Did I mention he's hard of hearing?
Breathe Cheryl. He's fine, you're fine. All is well. Have a good night everyone.
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