When he went in the ambulance I didn't go. I waited until he called me with his room number and told me what was up! Now it sounds awful!
When Oscar was in the ICU I would get there a few minutes before they let people in. I saw whole families camped out in the waiting room. I MEAN camped out! One of Oscar's roommates when he wasn't in ICU had a wife that stayed from dawn until dusk! She moved in with her knitting, books, etc.
That was not our way.
I remember when my roommate had blood clots and I spent the whole day in hosp with her, again playing cards etc. The nurses were delighted with me, as I would cater to my friend's needs and also to her roommates who had only 1 leg. I would help them both get on and off the potty by their beds. My friend had blood clots and was not to stand up, had to keep her legs on the bed when she slid over on the potty, or "horrors" use a bed pan.
So what happened to me? Why am I not willing to do that anymore?
My granddaughters are with their mother 24 X 7. If it were me in there I would not let them do that! I know they want to be with her until the end. I admire them so much for their strength. But even caregivers have to take care of themselves.
I am facing hip surgery. I hope that my granddaughter Tifani will come to help me. But I am going to ask her not to come until I'm ready to come home. I have folks that can take care of the dogs until I get home.
Anyway, is something wrong with me that I'm not a hospital 'hanger oner'??