Wake up!

Sunday was unbelievably slow. They try to empty out the ICU so when the do surgeries on Monday there are beds for them. There are 10 beds in here and only 6 are filled. They keep talking about moving Ronnie to a step-down unit, but every day it goes from maybe today to maybe tomorrow.

There's a huge difference in energy once Monday starts. I got down here at 5:55 and the surgeon had already been and gone. The cardiologist came by at 6:30, which is late for him. Change the IV, x-ray, this and that. Machines, people, nurses, breakfast, doctors. Curtains open, curtains close. Things are moving. Maybe even us today. Who knows?

I can't help feeling like I should tip the nurses. Probably not the protocol. They are presumably being paid a living wage, unlike servers. But some of them are so incredibly helpful and kind, you just want to do something special for them. I'm going to try to remember names, but it's completely international. Our nurse is from Hawaii. Her name is Jenna. Overnight it was a very sweet guy. I've already forgotten his name. There's a wonderful woman who's here just as a general helper. I have never known her name. Ugh.

Getting to the point where I am starting to crave information. It's hard to just sit here day after day. There has been slow progress, but nothing yet about next steps, aside from maybe today we'll move upstairs.