Just as the family gathered this last Christmas Eve, I
started coughing. Not at all a boring
cough. The family went on alert, they
gathered me up, put me in Margot’s little SUV, and hauled me up to the hospital. For some reason, I only lightly objected.
The food was terrible.
Somewhere along the line, I was told that I had pneumonia
probably from the bit of corn I had inhaled a few days earlier. After days of pills and doctor visits, I was discharged
to Balboa Nursing and Rehab, over my repeated objections, where I was warmly welcomed
by all those who remembered me from last time.
The speech therapist insisted on machine macerating all
my food. It all looked like vomit on a
plate. G made some tactful phone calls,
and a V8 appeared on my lunch tray. Marvelous. Otherwise, the food was terrible. Then again, I was a pretty fat old lady.
After a week in a three person room, I came down with Covid. Frankly I was a bit upset as I had carefully
gotten all three shots. The food was
still terrible. No therapists in the Covid
wing. I slept a lot and didn’t eat much
beginning a double battle to get regular food and to go home.
The doctor said I could go home as soon as I was let out
of the Covid ward. Right.
(To be continued)
It is so good to hear from you again, Mage. You survived pneumonia, the food and Covid. You are one tough woman!
ReplyDeleteLook at that celebratory chocolate pie with whipped cream! Well pre-masticated, I'd say. You are so good to look at again!
ReplyDeleteYou really are looking good Mage! So good to see you in your rightful place …..right there at home beside G!
ReplyDeleteHoly smokes, Mage! I leave for a month and you come down with COVID? In the hospital? Good grief! I'm relieved you're recovering. Sheesh!
ReplyDeleteWell that was quote an ordeal and perhaps just the beginning of the story?
ReplyDeleteSo happy to see you back! Tehachap kept those who follow her informed about your absence. I love both those pictures. Especially the one with the chocolate pie.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I meant to add...they have machines that pre-chew your food. Gross. Did the therapist think you couldn't chew?
DeleteShe thought I might swallow another little bit down the wrong tube.
DeleteGood grief girl, you have been through it. Talk about beating up on a gal. Love that last picture and hope that is where you are now. Smiling with chocolate pie in your sights. You have earned it. Please fill us in on the continued.
ReplyDeleteWow! I am trying to return to blogging. Hope that photo of you looking happy with lucious pie is recent and you are doing better.
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