the fan at the hospital
December 30, 2006The vigil by my mom’s bedside continues. She is defeating the pneumonia, but has suffered a couple of setbacks. When I’m there in the afternoons, she usually is awake, getting periodic respiratory therapies, and wanting to sit up from time to time, restless.
Yesterday, part of the wing was roped off as floors were polished or washed - major maintenance work. A giant fan was turned on, presumably to dry things more quickly.
It sounded like a prop plane about a mile away, its hum varying in tone, but in a soothing, old-timey way.
She slept almost the entire four hours I was there. If there had been something for my head to lean on, I would have too.
