Update on Our Recovery

I’m glad to report that I’m almost fully recovered. I haven’t had a sore throat the past five days, and I’ve never had any other symptom.

Kate’s situation is much different. She hasn’t had any of the other typical COVID symptoms, but she is still weak. She has slept most of the time she has been in the hospital. The first day she enjoyed her breakfast, and talked to the nurse. The nurse had turned on the TV to a music channel, and Kate enjoyed it. I was happy to know the nurse had thought of this because I hadn’t said anything about the importance of music.

The hospital’s biggest problem with Kate is that she fights them every time they move her. That happens a lot – when they turn her from her back to her side and back again. They have been bathing her, but I believe they are all bed baths because it would be such a struggle to get her up. I know they have not gotten her up to walk, and that is at least partially because it would be so traumatic for her.

Kate is a very gentle person. This behavior is not consistent with her personality. I think she is simply scared. I try to imagine what she might be thinking. I’m sure she doesn’t understand where she is and who all the “strange” people are. The nurses and other attendants have, no doubt, explained that she is in the hospital, but she wouldn’t be able to remember that longer than a few seconds.

Friday, I arranged for her nurse to connect us for a phone call. That didn’t go well. She never said a word. I tried for almost ten minutes to get her to talk. I told her my name and reminded her that we had met in college. I also talked about our children and grandchildren. I told her I loved her and missed her, but nothing worked. Yesterday, we had a FaceTime call. That, too, wasn’t the answer. It never appeared that she saw or recognized me. Her eyes certainly didn’t light up if she heard my voice.

I received some good news this morning. The nurse told me that Kate had mentioned my name and that she said, “Kate Creighton” when the nurse asked her name. I realize that comes and goes all the time, but I think that was a first since she was hospitalized.

Even better, I was able to talk with her this afternoon. The third try, over the phone, was a charm. She could hear me and was talkative. We had a 10-minute conversation. What she said was clear in terms of words I could understand, but she didn’t make a lot of sense. That happens all the time at home. I was thrilled to hear that her voice was strong and that she laughed as she spoke. I was ready for more good news and was quite encouraged that she seemed to be getting stronger. It truly made my day.

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