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msmemory_archive ([personal profile] msmemory_archive) wrote2006-04-21 08:14 am

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Partly for [livejournal.com profile] patsmor, partly for my own diary ---

Phoned Mother in the hospital yesterday in late afternoon. When asked how she's doing, she said "Miserable." I asked her if being in the hospital was helping how she felt, and she said "It might, if I were allowed to sleep. People keep coming in. All I want to do is sleep." I told her I loved her, and that she should go ahead and take a nap until they brought her dinner tray.

No success getting ahold of Dr. Wollman yesterday. His receptionist-gatekeeper said he wasn't in, and for a condition report on Mother I should call the nurses' station on her hospital floor. I'll call Dr. Sheiman today, and perhaps call Dr. Wollman's cell phone, where maybe I can leave a message as I couldn't with his clerk.

Spent about an hour and a half around 5 am wakeful and making lists as I lay in bed. People to call (almost forgot Aunt Barbara, Mom's sister-in-law), things of Mother's I do and don't want to keep, etc.

Am being unusually diligent about keeping my cell phone on and with me, just in case. Will take an overnight bag with me when I go down this weekend in case it becomes something other than a daytrip.

[identity profile] patsmor.livejournal.com 2006-04-21 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, hugs indeed, and thanks for letting me know.

There is a long drowsy time in the hospital between about 7 am and 11 am, when they've fed you, watered you, changed your sheets, given you all the medicines you're supposed to get, trooped all the students past you, and so on and so forth. Then comes the nurses' handoff meeting, when they talk about you behind your back for about an hour, and between the start of that and when the meal trolleys come rumbling through you can get a nice little nap.

And, contrary to popular belief, you can shut your door (or shut it almost completely) to reduce the noise.

Dorothy Parker (I believe), when she was in a hospital, once had visitors. She pressed a button when the visitors arrived, and they asked if she was ringing for refreshments. "Oh, no," she said. "That's the nurse's call button. I press it whenever I want an hour of uninterrupted peace and quiet."