Every morning, at 6am, they would check my heart rate and my blood pressure, took my temperature, give me my meds....and ask me if I had to use the bathroom! If I did (have to use the bathroom)....they would put me in a wheelchair and 'wheeled' me in there. I ALWAYS ask them to let me go by myself! At first, they said 'no', but after 3 or 4 days....they let me!
In between 7:30/8a I would have breakfast. After that, around 9:00a....I had 'shower time' with Julie....(the aforementioned occupational therapist). At 10:00am I went to physical therapy....11:00a speech therapy....and then lunch at noon! 1:30p I would go to the occupational therapy room....then onto physical therapy at 2:30p....and then back to occupational therapy at 3:30p....whew! After I finish up at 4:30p I go back to my room and try to remember what my passwords are! Not so easy as I thought! I would have dinner around 6:00p.
They would 'hook' me back up....heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, meds (and bathroom breaks)....and start all over again!
My wife drove back and forth from La Crosse to Rochester....every single day! Now....I'm not sayin' this....but I was pretty sure that I was going to die....soon! Why else would my wife come to Rochester....after leaving work from La Crosse....and then going back home (to West Salem)? One hundred plus miles every day! I think she 'likes' me!
That was my life for the next 2 months! And I honestly didn't know if I
would ever get home. Didn't cry....or argue with anyone.....I just
stared out my window. It was the end of November....and it snowed! A
lot of snow....and it didn't appear it would stop!
Two whole months of that? Day after day? I would have flatlined emotionally too. Your inner Stephen must have been crying.
ReplyDeleteMy 'out-er' was crying too Susy! :)
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