What time is it?

One thing Dad wants to know all the time is: what time is it? He's in and out of sleep quite a bit and never really knows what time it is. The one clock in his room was behind all of his IV equipment and every time we've been to see him, he's asked, multiple times, "what time is it?" He tried to put his watch on, but it wouldn't fit on his wrist due to the IV tubes stuck in there. So the nurses did Dad a solid and put a clock up on the bed across from his. Now all he has to do is look up and his need to know is satisfied. Clever nurses!

Since Dad will be in the hospital for a week, we brought him several things to try to keep him occupied. We didn't bring them to him soon enough though, apparently. Saturday night he kept getting out of bed (he said he was bored) - so much so that the nurses installed an alarm on his bed so they would be alerted if Dad decided to walk around without their assistance.

Here he is playing Trapt on a Tab and you can see the corner of Bobby's laptop on the bedside table - he's watching Inception (paused during our visit). Katherine brought his book and his mp3 players. Hopefully all of that will keep him occupied enough to stave off the boredom, but it's highly doubtful. If you're heading down Fort Street around 2 am on Tuesday or Wednesday night and see a man that looks like Grandpa Bob roaming around looking for something to do, it'll probably be him.