Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Squirrel Talk


Sammy is out of surgery ... passed with flying colors according to the surgeon. He had a partial hip replacement and should be on his feet tomorrow. Yes ... at 90 he is still (literally) kicking. The next few moths will be critical to total recovery. 

Earlier today, he was more disjointed than usual. Talking incessantly, he almost drove me and everyone else on the patient floor insane.

Here are a few gems:

"Joel ... Do you know what the colors of the day are for automobiles? I like grey. Grey cars are my favorite. You don't know? Why not?"

"Does Debbie wear black? It's my favorite color."

"Nobody tells me what's happening (this was after 36 hours of nurses, techs, doctors telling him lots of information). "

 "Do you ever try to figure out why people take different names? ( I suppose he wondered why people don't share the same name)."

"Squirrels talk. They do ... Joel (I think he noticed my look of disbelief). One day I was sitting by myself at Menorah Manor outside and I heard a conversation in the bushes. It had to be squirrels."

" Do you think of ideas when you are in a hotel room (like his hospital room apparently)? I love ideas."

"Joel ... I think you should invest in advertising stocks." (What???)

"After people talk to me for only a few minutes ... they love me ... really love me."  

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Debbie came this afternoon and Sammy offered her a drink. "Thanks Sammy (laughing) I'll have a bottle of wine."

"Okay"' Sammy said.

"Sammy I was just kidding about the drink."

"Drink? I can't have anything before surgery."  

1 comment:

A Daft Scots Lass said...

Awwww Sammy!! Glad everything went well