Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Going Down To The 1st Floor

                                                              (con't  The Stroke)
My daughter and her family were here visiting right before my stroke. They were only here for number of day before they had to go  home as my grandson start school. I so looked forward to their
coming. I had never met her new husband or the kids ever though the youngest granddaughter was a teen but she was born since I'd been up here (the older granddaughter was off on her own and didn't come with them). I hadn't seen my own daughter (or my other kids) for fifteen years due to illness and finances making impossible to travels.

And there I was on the sixth floor at the hospital. I had no way to tell any one want happened to me, neither family nor friend and extended family and even the dear friends online. What I could piece
together there was people calling home my husband filled in what had happened. And long time later I found out that my daughter had a unexpected delay in getting back home. She called here on very day that I got taken hospitals to report the incident but my husband was in dither, likely to say! How could I express to anyone? It would take several weeks before I was 'in touch' , personally with anybody except what was around there at the hospital.

Some time on the three days on sixth floor, twice to be sure I was being taken around the hallway "block" with a nurse. Some where in back of the mind in was sure they were taken to walks about avoid blood clots, though no one ever told what and why they doing this. In my memories the only time the addressed as a person was being taken to bathroom, save one precious nurse! My husband bought me in android tablet. (more about this in last post). No one else knew how to get it, the tablet, on hospital network. She did! Thus at least I could hear radio.


Suddenly, or at least it seemed to me to be suddenly, a nursed show up telling me I had to go! I was all confused. Here I barely felt like I comfortable the routine. I knew want to expect and I was taken
off to God's know where! She put me in wheelchair and whisked me down hallways. Remember I was without purses and clothes? There I  sit, tablet on my lap without a brush of my hair and hospital gown waving in the breeze down hallways and elevator a long ways to go--- It felt like I was near heaven up on newly constructed sixth floor alone with two big window looking out on the lake and drug into the old, dingy, crowded room called: "rehab". There I was put in a room occupied by three other roommate with barely enough room to get between the bed and curtain that divided off 'cells'. There I was to find in whole of the existent forever changed .

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