Glimmer

We went to see Pop tonight. He's doing a little better. They've taken him off the drip, because it was filling his lungs with water. They've almost got the pneumonia under control with IV anti-biotics. He seemed a little cheerier although he could barely talk because his mouth and throat were filled with phlegm, which he had to cough up only he didn't have the strength. But he was smiling.

I hate that place. I don't know how anyone could get better in that environment. The nurses shout down the corridor and speak about the patients when they are in earshot. We were sitting there with Pop and heard two nurses shouting down the corridor: "Whoa there's a stink over here! Must be two of 'em! I'll clean 'em in a minute." The other night, the nurse asked my aunt in front of him "Is he all there?" -- as in has he lost his mind or not? I was fuming.

Hopefully we can get him out of there at the end of the week, depending on the results of a chest X-ray and an ECG, and into a care facility. At least when we're paying for the care we can make more of a fuss about things; in a public hospital there isn't much we can do about it.