tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376678998508716988.post8831131936892528556..comments2022-03-24T01:02:16.001-05:00Comments on My Dog Shoba: The WeekJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579610684460155891noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376678998508716988.post-80300640022683703172011-04-04T08:34:06.990-05:002011-04-04T08:34:06.990-05:00I had planned to spend the night in Dad's room...I had planned to spend the night in Dad's room that night, but they would not let me stay. I think they decided (probably correctly) it would be a smoother process without family surrounding him. They had only a very small window of opportunity to do that - one they created.Stephnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376678998508716988.post-41196552965698732782011-04-04T08:21:40.426-05:002011-04-04T08:21:40.426-05:00I was in the waiting room. I had been in the room...I was in the waiting room. I had been in the room until sometime after 3am. They extubated a few hours after I had decided to try to get some sleep sitting up in the small waiting room off the main one, which I had relinquished to an older father/son pair whose wife/mother had been admitted in the room next to Dad's. Matt came and found me there.<br /><br />I was there.Stephnoreply@blogger.com