Finally!

After two days of playing phone hide and seek with the VA hospital, I finally know my father's new room number. That's the good news.

Unfortunately, I talked to the nurse just as they were bringing him back from yet another CT scan. Apparently he's been on and off confused, his mental status occasionally altered, pulling out his IV and catheter, etc. They're not sure why.

So, all my bouyant hopes from learning he was out of ICU have gone back down the drain! Again!

I am now waiting for his doctor to call me back (the nurse paged him) and wishing I were on speaking terms with my step-mom. I'd call her, but I know she'll just hang up on me seeing as how she's done that before.

Back to living on prayer I guess.

Nimitz' Lady