Once the catheter was inserted, things were better. For the nurse. She got to leave for a few minutes. Judy stuck around for a couple of minutes and had to go do something with paperwork, or some such thing.
I was back in the room alone again. It was just me and my catheter…
A couple of minutes later, I heard Steve’s voice outside the door asking if he could come in to see me. The wheels started turning in my head and had finished prior to the time he received permission to enter…
He walked in.
He looked at me.
My eyes were open, glazed over, staring into nothingness. My jaw was slack, my mouth a gaping cavern. I was holding my breath…
“Dad?” “Dad!?” “DAD!!”
“Yes, my son?”
For some reason, he didn’t think that was funny.
Neither did Judy when he told her a moment later.
Neither did the nurse.
I, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.
Some people have no sense of humor.