Another ICU Quest

Sister-In-Law has been nearly living at the ICU for the past week. She gets there at 7:30 am and doesn't get home until about 9:30 every night. Mother-In-Law is still in the ICU in what they are calling "critical but stable" condition. She has made good progress and the doctor seems very pleased, even though I don't know why he's pleased because whenever he gets excited about something, I usually don't know what he is talking about.

Beside the fact that there are NO comfortable chairs in the ICU waiting room, as long as you commandeer the TV and make sure you are watching what you want to watch (I'm sure that the other ICU people LOVE it when we come), three hours can slip by before you know it (and I can say that because I haven't ever been there all day long).

The one thing that Sister-In-Law has been complaining about is the ICU bathroom. She was talking and talking about how horribly dirty it is and several other female ICU-waiting-roomers concurred. I thought back to the first day when I had to use the toilet several times and didn't remember it being THAT bad. Saturday night, I decided to check it out.

I walked in and thought, "This is NOT bad." Then, I realized that the reason I thought that is because the smell in the bathroom was familiar to me. Yup, it smells just like the rest stop on the Salt Flats, right before Wendover, Nevada. They must use the same cleaners...or perhaps they never clean those restrooms either (I'm going to guess they don't).

Apparently Sister-In-Law doesn't stop at rest stops. But, if she no longer wants to "hold it" until she gets all the way out of the hospital, I would suggest that she start. It's like a strengthening and conditioning class for her future bathroom excursions.