Thursday, June 11- no tubes, real water, semi-real food, and just 55% oxygen…who knew we could be so appreciative of all this.
Layton, as he moves through his recovery in a pretty drugged state, was pretty insistent that Ed give him a bath. He has this thing for baths right now. We just may, despite the rules, take a compromising picture of Ed “bathing” Layton, while Layton is asleep, of course. He also is hallucinating a lot. For a while, he was trying to catch flies off the ceiling with his mouth suction. Then he saw dark orange snakes coming from the ceiling. Kathy wants me to keep track of these in case we can discover some deep, dark, strange secrets…will keep you posted.
The STRAW. You have no idea how complicated it can be to get straw that suits someone wearing an oxygen mask as the most vital part of their wardrobe. The styrofoam cup filled with ice water with a lid and flexible straw was just not cutting it for Layton. He wanted a BIG straw-a flexible one, the kind you pick up at 7/11 or Wendy’s or McDonald’s or A&W or Burger King…only not in Reno! What Layton wanted, Ed was determined to get. So off he went-to all of the aforementioned stores…to no avail. Then he went to a “crumby” fish and chip joint and finally, a grocery store, Sak ‘n’ Save where he got a package of flexible straws, a refrigerator bottle, and a mustard dispenser. There is no end to his creativity! In real life, he manufactures pressure vessels and piping systems, so when it came time to tape the Starbucks straw to the flexi-straw from Sak ‘n’ Save, he was the man!! Layton was happy. Ed was not. So after, Layton exhausted himself by standing up for about twenty seconds while he got out of the chair and into bed, Ed and I hiked downtown to look for a straw. Still no luck and we are thinking that by the time we have found one, he won’t need one. We have put in a request with the Star Riders Club for a straw since they have offered to help anyway they can.
This is the R-rated part of the blog, but since Layton would say this, I might just as well disclose. Men, when you are laying in bed in a semi-upright position, there are certain parts of your anatomy that you cannot scratch…and you may not be wanting your male nurse to scratch that part either. So when Layton heard that Ed was out shopping, he made me call his cell right away. Emergency, emergency, we need a “ball-scratcher”. What is a ball-scratcher? You figure it out. Ed called back to me and was sure he had found the right one-it had a long enough handle and soft enough bristles. How, pray tell did he know this? He is a true friend, he “test-drove” it for his friend!
So back to the title, Oh, What a Dance! In the twenty seconds Layton was up, he told the physio that was helping him that she was quite dancer and so was he…again, grateful that he could do get up and grateful for his humour. More to come…wait til I tell you what the Star Riders are doing for us!