Wednesday, June 15th:
Hospitals are lonely places, no matter how many people come by to see you. They can leave, you can’t. You’re scared, maybe in pain. Put two such people in a room and they end up talking about their common woes, like new inmates at a prison.
I have a new roommate, though she’ll probably be discharged this evening. She has a hernia that they’ve decided not to operate on. She’s spent the past three hours telling me all about herself, particularly about her relationship with her most recent baby daddy, who she has been dating for almost exactly as months as she has been pregnant. She has three kids by other guys and doesn’t work. I’m always curious how that plays out, having kids with no job. Now, I know all about her relationship, her kids, her life and I don’t even know her name.
She told me everything about her through a curtain, like a confession... or an urban bedtime story. She talked until I fell asleep, only to be awoken every half an hour to have monitors put on or taken off, vital signs checked, medication administered, doctors inquiring if I felt dizzy or weak (who isn't when roused from a deep sleep?), French toast and coffee slipped in front of me. No rest for the infirmed, I tell you.
Thanks for your comment...we are going to speak to a lawyer who is a friend of a friend of a friend. Everything about what they did was fishy but mostly he's hurt. His spirit is broken. I'll be working lots over the next couple of week and hopefully I'll be caring for your little man some of that time! He's so cute and I think you guys are great. Please let me know if there's anything you need here! Sara Cohen
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