Mike was up at about 10:30, so I sat with him for awhile.
"Believe it or not, I'm having a good time," he said.
It is a bit hard to believe someone who's dying a slow and painful death can have a good time, but OK.
He has what he needs, he said, and most of it is within reach -- water, meds, tissues, TV remote, Playstation, "boo bankie" (the tattered remains of a blue and red blanket I crocheted him when he was 10), chocolate and the walkie-talkie.
"I especially like that the digital cable tells you what's on," he said.
And there's Idiot Bear. I checked on him today and he was sleeping with boo bankie in one arm and Idiot Bear in the other.
He finally let me wrap some really soft fleece fabric around his elbow. He's got a pressure sore, but he has resisted letting me wrap the fleece around it. Once we finally did that, he admitted it felt a lot better.
The nurse is coming tomorrow (today? it's after midnight). She'll probably have to teach me how to deal with the colostomy bag. Ee-yew.
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