I don't know whether to be worried about Tom (I mean, more than my usual concern with him recovering from the past week) or what.

He just called me and asked where he was. When I left him a about an hour and a half ago, he was taking a nap and getting IV antibiotics. I had read to him for awhile before that, helped him with lunch, talked to his nurse and his doctor. (He'll probably be coming home on Saturday.)

So I explained that he was in the hospital, that I had been there for several hours earlier today, that he could order another lunch if he was hungry (he'd only eaten a few bites of his stir fry), that he could call his nurse...

He said he'd been having a conversation with a priest, but I think that was a dream. I called his nurse, but she was busy with another patient. The nurse I talked to said she'd check Tom, and give his day nurse my number so she could call me.

His blood pressure was low again -- I think that may be why he seemed so lethargic and then asked to get back in bed to take a nap. I had to keep asking him if he was okay while I was reading to him...he'd close his eyes and seem somewhat unresponsive, but then he knew just what I was reading about or would laugh at something funny in the book.

I just talked to him again. He seemed better, but I'm not sure how reassured I am. They're ordering a cheeseburger for him, so maybe he food will help, too.

Meanwhile, I am soooo tired. But I guess I got a lot done today. I just wish I felt better about Tom.

Oh, and it's going to snow again.

Linn