“The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.” ―
Updating from my last post.
By this afternoon I still hadn’t heard from P. I decided to call the hospital again. I spoke to the nurse in ICU. I explained to her who I was – someone that had 2 dates with him; and also that I had no idea even if he was the right person.
She offered to take my name and number and give it to the family. I imagined all kinds of scenarios. She tossing the number away. Giving to the family and they choosing to ignore it. Or perhaps receiving a call from some woman saying: stop calling my husband. My imagination went into overdrive.
The nurse gave my number to his sister when she called in. The sister called me this evening. I am embarrassed to say that I got so overwhelmed and anxious with the phone call that I really didn’t ask anything. I assumed a lot things. I need to work on that.
“Assumptions are the enemy of coherence,” Sharine said.
In other words, You’re an idiot.” ―
I understood that he didn’t feel well on Monday, and ended up going to the hospital on Tuesday. As of today he was in the ICU was on the respirator.
I didn’t ask why he was on the hospital. I assumed it had to do with having had Covid-19 in the past. He mentioned having to be in the hospital for 5 days because of breathing issues.
She said that she knew we had plans on Saturday night, and that I was probably trying to get in touch with him. She has his phone but not password to get in.
She said she will be visiting him tomorrow and will text me with an update. I will try speaking to her and actually getting more information. I will try letting her get the words out before I cut her off with my assumptions.
At least now we know what happened… well, kind of. It is too much like a romantic comedy; if it was not so tragic.
Prayers for his recovery are welcomed and appreciated! ♥♥
“Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.” ―
