The bars were still up on the bed, but the stuffed animals were nowhere to be seen, although there was a suspicious bump at the foot of the bed.
I walked over to the bed, brushed my hand over his forehead and said, “How’s the patient this morning?”
“Fine,” he said. I remembered he’s not real talkative in the morning.
“Great!” I said, deciding to be annoyingly cheerful.
I handed him the bottle of Pedialyte and said, “Drink this, you still need to replenish your fluids and then get cleaned up. I’ll have breakfast ready for you when you come down.”
Then, a little more gently, I asked, “Are you wet?”
He nodded his head.
“Messy?”
He shook his head. “Well that’s a good sign, I think.” I said.
“I’m feeling better a lot better,” he said.
“Okay then, I’ll leave you too it. Don’t be too long or your oatmeal will turn to cement.”