My Uncle Cletus (85) is in St. Vincent's Hospital in Indianapolis. They are not sure what is wrong with him yet (they've ruled several things out). He was flown- helicoptered, from Logansport Friday evening. Right now he's being weaned off of a ventalator. I'm sure he's hating every second of this. Uncle Cletus has always been very active. I've never seen him sit still for longer than it takes to eat supper. He's the healthiest eater that I know. I learned about steaming vegetables from him!
Uncle Cletus a retired farmer, as retired as farmers ever get. He's still active on Cousin Leo's farm; organizing, painting, sweeping and feeding the dog. He is always dressed in at least two flannel shirts, overalls and a hat. He is always chilly and sleeps in a sock cap. It is hard seeing him in the hospital bed, wearing just a gown. No hat, no flannel.
As awful as all of that is, I feel guilty saying that I had fun at the hospital. There is a nice family room near the ICU unit. Dad and Cletus are from a family of nine children, and Cletus and Mary Alice had six children and they all have children. As you can imagine, there was lots of storytelling, laughter and card playing. Nothing like being surrounded by cousins.
[update: Uncle Cletus is off of the ventalator and is breathing on his own. Hopefully he'll be back home by the end of the week.]