I have some excellent friends who live on the other side of the country. Their neighbor, who’s in her 90’s and was on oxygen, fell and broke a hip. Not good at that age. She was in a nursing home last spring, hoping to recover, when covid got her.
She recovered from covid. The hip healed. She made it back home. Last I heard she’s still there.
Thanks. Not to hijack the thread, but while she made it through the Spanish Flu pandemic, her mother (my great-grandmother) did not. It’s somewhat odd to think of having a personal connection to events a century ago.
Update: My Dad is still in ICU but is actually making progress. He was originally on a bi-pap with 95% oxygen but now he’s on a nasal cannula and can eat and drink. He’s alert and knows where he is and why he’s there. He’s still a long ways from recovery.
Unfortunately, I got the call this morning that my Mom passed away at the assisted living facility. The worst part is that I’ll have to keep Dad in the dark until he is in a much better condition to handle the news.
Ouch! Best of luck with Dad. We can only hope Mom’s last days weren’t too different from her normal days given her admittedly confused perspective on them. Take care of yourself and we’ll be here when you need to vent or want some support…
Thanks for the kind thoughts and words everyone. They are appreciated.
I got a call from the doctor around 7:00 this evening. Dad had become agitated, his oxygen was dropping, and he said he wanted to die. He asked how soon I could get to the hospital. I told him 3 hours (the hospital is on the opposite side of Oklahoma). Fortunately, my brother from Florida has a hotel room next door to the hospital and he got here pretty quickly but not before the sedative had taken effect. Dad’s been sleeping for a few hours now. It’s 10:30. I’m predicting a long night.
Glenn (my brother) is in the room with Dad. My biggest fear was that Dad might die alone. Now at least, I don’t have to worry about that. I’m sitting just outside the room looking through the glass walls.