The Mandelbear's Musings

When I went in to see Colleen this morning she was still throwing up, but at least she could move her toes! I spent about 45 minutes just holding her hand and watching her sleep -- she obviously needed it after a bad night. They also switched her from percaset (pills) to morphine (IV), and she was getting IV fluids as well. Thank goodness for the PICC line! She's a lot more comfortable than in any previous hospital visit.

I still don't have a name for what I was feeling. Empathy? Distress? A kind of distress, certainly. Even if there was a feeling-English dictionary it wouldn't help -- I don't speak feeling yet. Any more than I speak feline, though I can at least recognize from context when Colleen's "meow" means "I want to be kissed".

Out on my walk I used up my one remaining phone spoon to call her: she can sit on the edge of the bed now, and was feeling a lot better. Which in turn raised my mood from distressed to a little better than OK. I'll take what I can get.

It was starting to rain again when I headed back to work. We need the water, but I couldn't help thinking it was my parade that was being rained on this week.