Friday, March 23, 2012

Patrick the Great

When we got back we went straight up to the SICU. They took us to Jay, who was still intubated. He looked great, and he was being cared for by the greatest nurse I've ever seen in action. I'm biased, of course, because he was taking care of my husband; I wouldn't have been surprised if he had sprouted wings and a halo. It was 9:00pm, we were all nearly delirious with exhaustion, and Nurse Patrick was as kind and hospitable and professional as he could have been.

And there we were. We pretty much just stood at the end of the bed and stared at Jay. There wasn't much else to do. I think we were all so glad that he was actually there that we just wanted some time to let it all soak in. Rev. David had left before SATCO to finally go home, so it was Jay's parents, my dad, and Jason. My cousin David and Amanda came up later as they had stopped to get earplugs for me at CVS. When they came up they had my Aunt Becki with them. Fun note: Between all of us that had spent time with Jay that day, six were pastors. I don't know whether that's good or bad. Or just plain weird.

But when we all finished staring at him it was time for bed. At least it was for me. I eyed the pull-out couch in the family alcove off the main room and heard it call my name. And then it was time for sleep. Or something.

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