More sleep = happier Nurse Jane

We both got more sleep last night -- although M's required some acts of contorsion on his part. As I told him, 'hey, WHATEVER works'.

Yesterday was a longish day -- hell, they ALL have been -- but in a different way. More active, and that's great. But also some nice sitting and chilling. And a real meal for M at a real restaurant type place. ok .. it was the same restaurant I've been eating dinner at with family and stuff off/on since the night of the surgery -- but it is good!

Highlight of the day -- at least as far as M was concerned -- getting caffeine.  I desparately needed something more than ice tea and since I've commented that this appears to be a Pepsi town, or at least the CC has a big time Pepsi deal (dammit), I can't get a real, fully sugared, fully caffeinated god damn COKE anywhere.  So -- it was off to Starbucks. See, this is a big deal because I don't drink coffee. Only once in a blue moon, or in desperation. And then only doctored and latted and creamed [hey a non-fat caramel latte ain't actually that bad!] and sypruped until it's just a hot adult milkshake [oops! this one IS!] with a hint of coffee flavor. thankfully that's what Starbucks excels at.  So I got my hit and felt better. 

And then M wanted to try some.  Now mind you, he's been off ALL caffeine for 18+ months b/c it so screws with his system with the heart problem and the uber doses of meds. The weeks he went off cold turkey ... oh man oh man.  So this was his first real sip or two of coffee in a long time. He tried mine.  He was ok. He waited. He was still ok.  He asked for more.
I told him "my caffeine dammit"  ;-)   So we went back later and he ordered his own latte and sipped it slowly and said it was like the veil that had been over his head was lifted for first time in long time and clarity returned. He may even have seen stars and tweety birds and angels singing. He is one damn happy camper. Such an ecstatic look on his face. Huh -- I think the Starbucks people may be his new BFFs  and I am now distantly behind them.  ;-)

Today -- more walking, chilling. And contacting airlines and such to get assistance getting him home.

Caretaking Lesson:  Don't touch the patient's bananas, or now, his coffee.   And when he says his needs pain pills now -- no arguing, no stopping to get completely dressed, do not pass Go or collect $200, just get the dang pills.

Peace
Jenn