Gotta find the humor

It has been 3 weeks and 2 days that I have been with my father willing him to fight and get better. There are definite stages that you go through in this process and I might write about them at some point but right now I am finally able to see some of the humor so I want to share that with you.

I am sitting in Dad's ICU room. It is a single because it is the smallest room in the ICU and they cannot fit another bed into it. Because he does not have a roommate I can come and go as I please. The first week I obeyed all rules. The second week I tip-toed around a few. Today I have ventured into the "I have been here so long the rules don't apply to me" zone. I have broken my first rule.

You are not allowed to bring food into the ICU. I might be ok with this if there were alternatives but I have decided the hospital cafeteria exists for two reasons. First, to create a fund for medical research. I mean really. Why else would a bottle of water cost $2.50? I can buy a case for the cost of 2 bottles and get change back! The second reason to ensure a steady stream of patients in the immediate (food spoilage creating gastro-intestinal admissions) and long-term (cardio patients due to the high levelof salt and fat).

I am tired of spending money on lousy food so today I packed a lunch and snuck it in. I now sit in my Dad's room, curtain drawn, eating my sandwich. I look up at him laying in bed, I hear the machines, and I suddenly giggle because I realize that I am the poster child for a Greys Anatomy or House episode. How many times have we watched episodes where the interns or House were hiding in a comatose patient's room eating lunch? Whenever I saw these episodes I laughed and thought how silly it was, no one would ever do that. I am eating those words with my turkey sandwich and ruffles potato chips.