She moves to the bathroom. It takes her a total of 5 seconds to come out. Scary. Then she mops the floor. I don't know if there's a disinfecting agent on her mop or if this is just wetting the floor. In either case, she's doing it as if she's doing somebody a favor. For her large size, she moves pretty nimble the way she "flies" around the fixtures in the room. No, don't get up, you're fine. As she's heading out I'm noticing a bunch of "shmootz" under and around and under Liam's bed. And I'm noticing that she did not change her gloves as she moved to the next room. Spreading germs is what she does, not cleaning.
It's probably not her fault as she might not know better. I'm just wondering if such work is being inspected - or, is it really our job to protect Liam (and ourselves) even within the walls of the hospital?
If there's one reason I'm glad the cleaning lady is doing her job poorly and too fast is that I'm watching the Ghana-Serbia game and she keeps getting in the way. I'm trying to analyze it for Liam, but she seems uninterested. She's sleeping through it. For a matter of fact, she's sleeping through it all in the last 4-5 days. Yesterday her blood pressure, which is often too high, was too low. And she had fever. I don't think it's related to the England-US game. I didn't watch it with her. Then they gave her more fluids and by this morning her blood pressure got back to where it should be and so is her temperature (my own feet are still cold, but only because I'm a Vilensky and that's the way I was brought up). But then again, maybe that's the reason. Liam is a sports fan. I don't understand how she sleeps through the World Cup. Until this Ghana-Serbia game all games were sort of boring. Maybe that's why she's asleep. Maybe she knows what she's doing.
Last night both of slept very deeply. They came to take an X-ray of her and to cath her. People were in the room and the lights were on. They moved the X-ray machine in-and-out. I slept like a rock in the desert that doesn't feel that a yellow scorpion under it trying to tickle it. Through the sealed window I can hear a tractor mowing the alfalfa in the field....eh, I mean probably a backhoe or a bobcat doing some construction work on campus all night long. But even that noise couldn't keep us awake. At 7;15 AM Liam wakes me up with a moan. Just in time for the first game: Algeria-Slovenia. Ahhh, hospital breakfast. Nothing can beat that!!! Liam fell right back into her deep sleep.
At half time I noticed that Liam's make a strange sound when she breathes. It's similar to the the sound we all make when we're very congested. The sound of air bubbles in water. The theory is that it's fluids from what the supplements they gave her last night to address the low blood pressure. We will have to wait for dialysis to see if this removed water gives her any relief. So you see, when the system is not working right, too little water is no good; too much water is not good either.
Liam, Liam, wake up. The 2nd game is an excellent one (Ghana-Serbia). But Liam decides to skip this one too. I'm trying to explain to her that just because all the games were disappointing until now, that this game will also be a boring one. It is not. But she's in her own little world.
Tomorrow morning it's the Netherlands Vs. Denmark and I don't have any old aunts or grandmas to kill. Back when I was in the army and had to stay in base for the weekend, one of the guys always had a story: my aunt is sick, my grandma died, etc - just so they'd let him go home. We always wondered how come an Ashkenazi Jew had such a big family and how sad it was that they all died in a chain in such a short time. Poor guy.... Netherlands-Denmark, Netherlands-Denmark, Netherlands-Denmark. Think, think, think.
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