Jazz aficionados know this 1959 classic song as sung by the great Dinah Washington. In the surreal world of hospital time, a lot can happen in a day. For Jim, many welcome changes have happened just since last night.
Tubes, wires, pain pumps, and evil beeping contraptions are toast. The big tube in the nose is history. Only a few doo dads remain. Poking and prodding schedule has slowed. Sleep time has increased. Best of all, the guts are working again. The surgeon has agreed he may be able to go home as soon as tomorrow. Maybe.
What do you serve a gourmet oenophile who has not eaten a morsel of food in six days? For an amuse bouche, cranberry juice was selected, followed by a first course of orange jello and an entree of chicken broth. He decanted a 2015 ice water into a plastic cup to accompany the feast. It was fabulous.
Lots of work lies ahead today. Jim will get up and walk a bit, see how he tolerates oral pain medication, talk to a case manager, discharge planners and a whole mess of other folk who help determine what Jim needs at home. It will be a full day. Fingers crossed he can get outta here soon.