Hoverstop

There is a fine line between hovering and being helpful. Predicting Craig's needs has become relatively routine by now but every so often, especially when I try to give him privacy or alone time, he needs me for one reason or another. I stay within earshot, fortunately, but can only imagine that those few minutes when I'm not there makes his blood boil. I hope he knows it's with him in mind. He hasn't told me to buzz off yet but common sense would say that a man needs his space, even if he requires 24 hour care. So, I try to give it whenever possible.

Here we are--the dance between hovering and helping, once again. I'm sitting on the ground just outside his door so that I can monitor the gravity based IV drip of antibiotics without actually being in his room. I count 6 drops per 10 seconds for his antibiotic, 5 drops per 10 seconds for his antifungal. It requires hyper vigilance since it's gravity based and not machine monitored. I figure just the sense of being alone--maybe for a just a bit--might be a relief for him since he has 24 hour company. This is the compromise, I suppose. After all, to not hover at all would not be helpful.

~E