Dear Sally,
Please excuse my scribbling. Sorry I haven't written but I was critically ill in Toledo Hospital for one month. I don't remember a lot. I was in intensive care 19 days. I had a temp of 84 and a pulse of 30 and in a coma when Bob finally got me to the hospital. I had hypothermia and they gave me no chance to live. My parents have really been devoted. Five days after I got here I turned even worse. I aspirated and got bad pneumonia. Then they had to put a tube in me to breathe and put me on a respirator. Oh, Sally, when I came to I was sure I was dying. I remember my mom 1st then my dad. I do remember them. In the meantime I saw Sandy and couldn't remember that she came from VA in October with me. I was sure I was dying. Only I really was struggling with life. My mom said they gave no hope. The pneumonia was resistive to the antibiotics and finally they found one and I broke out in severe rash. She said I was a mess. I don't remember. Then I had bad diarrhea and had stomach tube, rectal tube, breathing tube, Foley urine catheter. I had 3 IV's swag catheter into the heart, arterial blood lines and subclavian catheter. I have lost a lot of weight and am now gaining fast. I guess I had a really bad cough before I came in and fell, etc. only Bob let me go. I was in a coma when he finally called an ambulance. I blame him. He has used me as a nurse maid, my money, transportation, etc. He has used me. Sandy is in St. Vincents hospital and has been 4 weeks. Bob put her in when I was in the hospital. She took extra thyroid plus her anorexia is bad.
This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.
The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.
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