Calvin is 95% better — well enough for soccer practice at 5:30 in the morning, unfortunately. I’ve been so spoiled this year since Josh has been dropping him off and then going to the gym to work out himself. Two days of driving and I’m already weeping for his return.
One more funny hospital story: since I didn’t have any signal in Calvin’s hospital room I would go downstairs and outside every few hours to make sure I didn’t have any messages. One of those times I was headed back upstairs and got in an elevator with 2 of the hospital’s janitors (I’m assuming based on their jumpsuits). I pushed the button for the first floor (British system, the first floor is the first level above ground floor) and the elevator doors slid closed. Except for a 4 inch gap. And it didn’t move. The guys hit the “doors close” button — nothing. Then they hit the “doors open” button, but again nothing. I started to get a little panicky about being trapped inside an elevator inside of a hospital — a turducken of my nightmares.
Channeling Carter and his Egyptian elevator escape, I wedged my hands in the crack between the doors and tried to pull the doors apart. There was no way I was staying in that elevator if it was humanly possible for me to get out. Fighting and pulling as hard as I could to get them to slide open, I managed to wedge a space large enough for me to hop through and I dove toward the light. The janitors popped out right behind me (both smaller and skinner) and one of them muttered, “broken,” under his breath as we all headed to a completely different bank of elevators to try again.
I would have loved to have taken the stairs, but I couldn’t find them. 3 days in the hospital and I never found any. All doorways that looked like they could be stairwells led elsewhere. I found the electrical system and the janitor’s closet, but no stairs. Glad we didn’t have a real emergency!