Dear brother Martin was admitted to the hospital on Sunday, June 15 with pancreatitis. His Monday text to me was simply "At St. Luke's for possible surgery." After none of us could reach him all day, I drove over on Tuesday. Poor guy! Uber had dropped him off at the hospital's back entrance instead of the emergency room. He'd had to baby step through the parking garage, doubled over in pain, to get to the ER! By Thursday, he was well enough to review hospital admission documents during the oxygen treatment, which he likened to a spa visit. The "robonurse" room spy made sure nobody tried to get out of bed or break any other rules. Or else a very loud reprimand would bark over the speaker! Donna flew in on Friday to stay through Sunday. Martin didn't need surgery after all. He'll finish recovery at Brookdale Galleria with physical therapy until he's totally ambulatory and ready for home.
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