The Bird

Good morning.  Had to get a hotel room last night, there are no available hospital rooms.  She is still in ICU, on the verge of another psychosis issue, still talking to imaginery people and having vivid talking dreams.  She needs to get out of there before today's surgical patients and their equipment come in.  The man across that she sees every minute, is on life support and she hasn't seen daylight, walked, or spoken with anyone but me.  No phones of course.  I can see how this is a detriment to patients trying to recover from anesthesia effects.  Mark, who has the current coughing bug, is coming to get me today.  I ran out of my meds, clean underwear, and I'm exhausted.  She hasn't been in a room all week where I could sit with her so I've been in lounges and wandering.  The hotel rates next to the clinic have run around $1500 so far, not including the $2 bottle of water and meals.  I see why so many are sleeping in the lounges! 

Edit - just talked to the nurse and Carole is throwing up, warm, not feeling well at all, not sure what's going on.  Staying again?

I finished the mustard blue bird.  Certainly looks like a Nash, but all I had was bits and pieces plus a smeared photo (dogs love Nash too).  Some of it I had to work from the photo.  It's on the same shade of blue ironing board from the hotel.  For $300 a night, I'm using everything in it.
Hope your day is fabulous.