3 01 2012
From the Archives 2009:
Dad had a pretty high fever while he was in the hospital and was having some mild hallucinations.
For a bit, he thought he was in a nice hotel in New York City and was asking for room service.
When the hospital's social worker came in, she asked if Dad had a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order in place, and explained to him what that meant:
"Mr. Hatfield, if you should happen to die, would you want our staff to bring you back to life?" She asked.
"What the in the hell kind of HOTEL IS THIS?" He asked as he looked at me with complete wonderment.
"Full service." I replied with a smile.