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Once you start looking for them, they're everywhere!

I always want to start off the famous Ramones' song with:
Twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
I wanna be sedated!


But then I get to the next line and realise I've bolloxed the rhyme.

I thought of this last night talking to ottr4bear. I was telling him how, on my visit to Nuphy Saturday night, he got all obstreperous with the nurse. I knew that, once they took him off sedatives, all the tubes going in and out of him--particularly the ventilator tube--would start to irritate the hell out of him. I think if he could've raised his weak, stubby little arms to his chest, he might have attempted to pull it out. He already had a bite block in his mouth to keep him from biting through it.

The nurse spent ten or fifteen minutes trying to calm him down, explaining that fighting the ventilator would only bring suffering. e. could see I was growing increasingly upset and consoled me by pointing that Nuphy's feistiness was a sure sign he was feeling better. I remembered something Nemuci said when I mentioned how crabby and kvetchy the old man would be when he woke up: "I can take any amount of bitching just as long as he gets better."

But he's not to the bitching stage yet; he's too sick to be disconnected and too well to be kept unconscious. The nurse threatened him with this--"If you don't calm down and stop fighting the ventilator, we're going to have to sedate you"--little realising that that's what he wants. When he was admitted, he kept saying, "Just sedate me, let me sleep through it all." As much as it thrills me to finally have some interaction with him again--to have him recognise me, attempt to smile when I make a joke--I wonder if this wouldn't be the best thing.
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Date: 2003-06-23 12:12 pm (UTC)

From: (Anonymous)
Scheisse, es zieht sich wirklich lange hin. Der arme Nuphy.

Aber Du hast bestimmt recht. Es ist ganz bestimmt gut, wenn er dich erkennt und lächelt, wenn du Späße machst.
Date: 2003-06-23 01:44 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile] muckefuck.livejournal.com
Weisst Du, wie ich ihn beruhigt hab, nachdem die Krankenpflegerin uns verlassen hat? Ich sagte ihm, "Ich singe dir ein Wiegelied," dann sang ich ihm das Lied "Wenn der Morgen graut" vor. Als wir gingen, sah er wieder ganz ruhig aus.
Date: 2003-06-23 01:57 pm (UTC)

From: (Anonymous)
Er muss trotz allem Elend froh sein, dich zu haben. Du machst deine Sache wunderbar.

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