215. Mother-Daughter→Husband Journey: I Don’t Know
Good morning from my world that is stranger than fiction. Yesterday, Monday, I received a call in the morning informing me that Robert was going to be discharged.
He wants to come home.
He can’t come home, he was in a rehab facility.
Oh, I’ll call you back.
I never received a call. I connected with the rehab, they knew nothing. “Always call the hospital first.”
Let me ask you a question. (I got it in:) “Why did my husband roll out of bed three times? Don’t you have bed rails?
Well get this: the answer is NO. That is considered a restraint in New York State and it is illegal. So they lower the bed practically to the floor. It was not clear as to whether there was a mat near the bed. As for an alarm, it rings after the fact. By the time you tumble off your perch and crack your head open it is just an alert that something happened and it’s too late.
Robert’s last two rolls onto terra firma cost him, cost us all, however, because he passed out he had entrée into the hospital. A whole month and more has passed since the first major fall at home, and it is most likely that Robert was rendered unconscious at that time, though his eyes were open, he was unresponsive. What did I know from all of this? I might have been able to spare him three days as a bed-less nomad in the ER. Maybe we could have gotten answers a month ago.
So, a whole day passed and I had a sick feeling, I went to bed laden with my CBD pass-out gummies and was out of it well before midnight. I removed a bedroom landline from the hook, lest a spammer or a hospital scare the crap out of me. (I had gotten many calls from hospitals in Florida in the middle of the night, when my mother would sign herself in with panicky high blood pressure.)
OK, remember that. The landline was off the hook.
Around 2:30 am my eyes were pried open by anxiety; I lied there in the dark with that nervous pit in my gut, in a sweat.
Then I did the sleep-no sleep-dance for hours.
Out of bed around 9:30 am. Feeling as usual like I never slept.
I called the rehab: no information
I called the hospital: Your husband was moved to 4 West. Here’s the number.
I called the number: I reached Flushing Hospital. WHAT? He was moved to another hospital? No, the hospital numbers are frequently crossed. WHAT!?
Something told me to check the caller ID on the landline. Remember, the one in the bedroom was off the hook.
There was a call at 2:30 am. A woman’s name. It appeared on both the landline and the cordless. On the cordless system there was a message. This was Robert’s nurse and she wanted some information.
So, the mystery is that this call went through on a landline phone and a cordless when a phone was off the hook. Then the panic: And didn’t it have to be an emergency for them to keep him, to move him to another floor, to call in the middle of the night?
I called the floor station several times, was disconnected, finally spoke to a nurse, left a message that I wanted to speak to the doctor, to an advocate. When I called Robert’s cell, he didn’t answer. Very usual, and by now it might be totally depleted of juice.
I know how that feels.
I called the number back of the person who left the message in the middle of the night, at the time when my eyes popped open. She was my husband’s nurse last night, and was now home and it was my turn to tag her and make sure she wasn’t sleeping. They had moved Robert to her floor, she was assessing him, he was unable to answer her questions. She went into the records after the fact and found he had come from the rehab. “I don’t know,” was his most used response.
I don’t know either. I left messages for his neurologist in Manhattan. I left messages for a few friends for moral support.
Then my brain left.
Robert can only say: I don’t know.
I have to agree: I don’t know.
I don’t know if I ever will.
Addendum: 1 I have call blockers on my cell phone that reroute calls from unknown numbers. It appears that a call came in from a neurosurgeoun last night at 8:00 pm as “Unknown” and because it had no caller ID it was sent to voicemail. They were evaluating the brain shunt but did not have the ability to perform a needed test in Queens, it is only done at Weil Cornell in Manhattan. That made me feel a bit better, but so much for attempting to block spam calls!
But the mystery of a call getting through to a phone that was off the hook is another story.
Addendum: 2 Someone finally called to explain why Robert wasn’t discharged: I just found out he tested positive for Covid. He must have gotten it in the hospital. Can this day get worse?
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Susan,you are going thru alot!I Just pray.I hope Robert is going to be ok thru theCovid.terriable news.I think of you and Evan and just pray for you all.God be with you three.
More LOVE and HUGS ((((( <3 )))))
Omg. You are living a nightmare. I’m so sorry for what you and Robert ( and Evan)are going through. Sending virtual hugs
I am so sorry to read this Sue. I hope he is comfortable and that you have at least been able to speak to him. I know you will handle whatever you must do with fortitude and grace. Hope Robert responds well to treatment and will do better soon. Love, your ‘lainie
I don’t know how you are coping with all this. You are such a strong person but even a strong person needs relief. I have no words. Just know I am thinking about you. Love, Pat
Love and hugs
You are so expressive, so much so, that I cannot only know what you are going through, I can actually feel it!!! Sue, I am so sorry for what you, Robert, and Evan are experiencing.
The hardest thing is not being able to see each other and not having visitation rights.
My thoughts, prayers, and, love, are with you all!
❤️ Jackie
Sue, this is all so unbelievable. And for Robert to test positive for COVID now, on top of everything else. Sending you hugs, and prayers for your continued strength and support and sleep-ful nights, if possible.
Love,
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I don’t have the words. Your strength is amazing- I don’t think I could write those words down that I just read here. So sad for you snd Robert. What an awful situation. Do what you can, try not to think about what you can’t change. I hope for some peace and recovery for you and soon!
I wish there were things that I could do for you. You need someone to take care of you. Thank God for your friends who cook and shop for you.
And hang in there.
I remember the frantic Florida calls all too well. This nightmare continues and I worry about your stress levels. Looking after yourself and your own needs is imperative as I know only too well what worrying about a very sick husband/mother/child can do to your body and mind. If you meditate, concentrate on training yourself to not panic before the event, to deal with whatever comes at you calmly. Surprisingly you can change your thought patterns and reactions very quickly. Love and hugs with prayers x
Lord have mercy! ❤️