I have spent the last 2 days and nights in the hospital with J. We brought her in three weeks ago. She had been sick for the three weeks before that. We tried everything we could to avoid this visit, but one day we noticed her breathing was more laboured than usual, and decided to take her into emergency. Of course, she was admitted.
We are getting pretty good at knowing how sick she is and what signs to look for. We could have left her at home and done a few things to help stave off this visit but it would have meant a more serious illness later.
I did not think this visit would be this long, so I am a bit frustrated. She was less sick than in all other previous visits, but yet this visit is still as long as her average visit. Those that care for her are all very nice and very professional, but after two days of living here I am sick of seeing and talking to them. Every twelve hours a new nurse and new RT come on shift and I have to answer the same questions about her. It's important to be here to answer those questions and I think it improves her care, but it gets boring explaining the same things over and over.
I think I know how a tour guide feels.