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This afternoon Ethan woke up a little bit and was sort of able to answer yes or no questions. Janice was cooperating. Psych decided to decrease his delirium medication  because he has developed some PVC’s which is a premature ventricular contraction. It’s an abnormal heart rhythm and a side effect of the delirium medication.

Ethan is down 1.8 liters total (including the liter from overnight).  Keep up the good work Janice.

So every Friday night at sundown, one of the three elevator is designated as a Sabbath elevator. It basically stops at every floor for about 24 hours so the Orthodox Jewish community does not have to push the buttons which is against their religion during Sabbath. 

I seem to always forget this. I always get on the damn elevator on a Friday evening. I curse the elevator since we are on the 9th floor and usually have to go up to the 10 th floor. Stop. Wait for the doors to open.  Wait for the door to close. No one is getting on or off. 

My brilliant ass orders food to be delivered coincidentally at shift change. The busiest elevator time of the day. I need to work on this.

I get the call from the delivery guy (most don’t speak English except for the word “delivery”. I basically get so happy and strut to the elevator because I am going to get my food. Totally a happy, going to shovel food in my face soon, strut! Push the down button on the elevator and wait. 

One of the nurses walked by and I got distracted with polite chat, I heard the ding of the elevator, ended my conversation and just walked on, not even considering the day of the week.

Sweet. Going to go get my food. The doors close. I am alone on the elevator because everyone else is smart enough to avoid this torturous hell. I go up to the 10 th floor. Wait for the doors to open. Wait. No one gets on. Wait. Doors close. Damn it. I have been Sabbath-taged (get it, instead of sabotaged?). Then back down to the 9 th floor. Doors open. No one gets on. No one gets off because I am alone. Except I bail. Nope. I can’t do this.

Wait for another elevator, they are all tied up due to the shift change. Finally get down to the lobby to get my food. Huh. Where is the delivery guy? I walk outside looking for him. I end up calling him. He says “I give you food. Oh no!”. Well shit! He just gave my food to someone. He’s gone, I got no food. 

Picking up food sometimes is hectic. None of the delivery people speak English. So I walk up to anyone that looks like they could be a delivery person and ask “Patricia?”, They shake their head yes, then they usually have me read the receipt to see if it’s my name. Sometimes it is not my name.

Not all of them do this and people can easily grab someone else’s food. I have even walked up to people, more than once, and done this and they were just patients or people that had appointments and happened to have bags with them that resemble a food bag.

Grubhub is awesome. I texted them and they refunded my money. So I ate some snacks instead and was fine with that.

The goal for Ethan’s fluid reduction is 600 ml’s by noon tomorrow. I think he can do that. He already looks a little more comfortable. I hope he sleeps tonight.