Mental Rest

I left the hospital early yesterday so that I could get some mental rest and play with my new puppy ;). We even hid dad’s cell phone … so I could have some peace for a while. The hospital staff is awesome at Methodist … so I felt he’d be fine.
I was home for about 2 hours and my phone rang … I knew it was the hospital’s number and my heart sank. However … the voice on the other end was … “Pooker Annie … where’s my teeth glue? This sweet nurse is going to help me so I can eat”. “OK … Dad … put the nurse on the phone.” He then says … I can’t … she just left”. Now I’m feeling really frustrated … “She left? … She just helped you call me!”
I told Gordo to hang up and I was calling the nurse’s station. Typically I am very nice and rational … but ... I called and read them the riot act.
Called dad back in 5 minutes and he answered his hospital land line. “Pooker Annie all is well. Another wonderful young lady just put my teeth in … so you can relax. Sl...eep tight and don’t let he bed bugs bite”. Then he happily hangs up.
OK … got that problem solved.
Here’s the clincher … What I know now, but did not know then was … my cell phone # is written on a board in his room in case someone needs to get a hold of me. He persuaded the lady who delivers the dinner trays to call me (he thinks everyone is a nurse). She left the room to find a nurse.
I owe someone a HUGE apology.
Guess I really do need a mental rest. LOL