Just as we arrived at my Dad's hospital room
this afternoon to pick him up (Susan was at a Dr appt of her own at the time),
the man in the bed next to him
whispered for me to come talk to him.
Not sure what to expect, I went behind his little curtain
and then he said to me in very hushed tones:
It was in the middle of the night
and he was singing just as loud as he could.
oh what is the name of it...something like
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
I went back to my Dad's side of the room and began reading his discharge papers...
trying to make sure we had everything we needed before we took him home.
I asked Dad about his pain, etc and then he said to me:
"I was singing in the middle of the night."
"Huh? Why were you doing that?"
"Around 2 am I kept pushing the buzzer because I needed the nurse, but she never came.
So then I just began singing, "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"You really did sing that Dad?"
"Yeah, and it worked. The nurse came right in!"
So mystery solved. My Dad was not delusional, and his roomie was not nuts.
My Dad may be 82, and couldn't get out of bed last night, but he's still as independent as ever.
He can come up with a solution for anything. He's been this way his entire life!