#161: THE FALL THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING !!! (Part 2) : The Hospital (Part A)
TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND FANS AND BLOG LOVERS IN CHIBA-KEN AND ALL OVER JAPAN!!!!
Greetings Everyone! I am so happy to be back with you all and writing my blogs! Writing these blogs to all of you means a lot. And when I was not able to, it just hurt me something awful inside. At least this mini-series of blogs will explain to you all what happened to me and why there was so long of a silence on my end of the computer. I hope gratefully, for your understanding and patience as you read it all. My heartfelt thanks.
BLOG: # 161: THE FALL THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING !!! (Part 2) : The Hospital (Part A)
The first thing the paramedics did for me in the ambulance before we even pulled out of the drive way and went up the road was to give me an IV. I knew what that was so I said to go ahead. In the meantime, I could picture everyone outside their apartments looking over their parts of the railings being the darned nosy-lani’s that they all were, and looking at the ambulance wondering who it was who was inside. (NOTE: A “NOSY-LANI” is a Hawaiian-Pidgin-English-Word we use here meaning that the person is nosy and a busy-body into everyone ELSE’S business but their own.). AND GLAD PROBABLY that it was not themselves. The paramedics asked me all kinds of questions while I was in there and then the sirens went off. Is that for me, I asked. The sirens? They said yes. Usually if they put the sirens on that means that they have to get to the hospital fast and I silently began to wonder if there was something more seriously wrong with me other than a mere fall. But I did not say anything. I didn’t ask them. I was too worried about who I had left behind…….Karen……and my dear, sweet, cat, Baby Paws.
So, up the hill we went finally and even with the siren on, it took us awhile to get to the hospital. I didn’t know exactly why; but it sure did seem like it. Also, I was quite unaware of the time. I just knew it was the 18th of March and St. Patrick’s Day was done. I was also not aware of how long I spent in the ER downstairs. I did know there were a lot of nurses around to take care of me and a doctor who came in and that I was taken for X-Rays more than once. But at least I did not spend eight hours in the ER before being sent upstairs to a room. At least that did not feel like it. And while I was in the ER, every time a nurse or someone came into the room where I was, I automatically began counting how many people were in the room with me because I knew that because of the Covid 19 pandemic there was not supposed to be any more than ten people in the room at one time.
Was I scared? Good question My Readers! Yes! I was! All I wanted was to be was HOME with my Baby Paws. Home and Safe. Back on Ohai Street, in Apartment #7. Well, unfortunately now, there was no chance of that. Right now, I was stuck in the ER. And not going anywhere.
Then I started calling for PAWS.
Like he could come up to the ER and get me out of this place and take me home.
PAWS! PAWS! I cried. Come help Mama! Get me out of here! BABY PAWS! Mama needs you! And I cried. Super big tears. P A W S !!!
My tears got bigger. My cries for Paws grew louder. More anxious.
The nurses came in, wanting to know who PAWS was.
I told them.
“Normally,” I said, still crying even more loudly, “I would call for my husband. But he has been deceased almost twenty-six years now. My cat, Baby Paws, who is almost ten, is all I have. SO…… I am calling for my cat.”
After other nurses and a doctor had come in several times, apparently the X-Rays had come back and they took me back to the X-Ray room one more time for more pictures. All I could do was sigh. Would this time in the ER ever end? Would I be admitted or would I go home finally to Paws?
PAWS I WANT TO COME HOME!!!!!!
P A W S !!!!!!!!!!!
More LOUD, ANXIOUSLY LOUD, SOBS AND MORE GIANT TEARS.
NOTHING THE NURSES COULD DO WOULD CALM ME. I just wanted my Baby Paws and to go home.
To be home with him.
Could you blame me?
My Baby Paws is all I had.
And yes of course, I had friends, and Karen and George and Nana Lucy—-George’s Mom—who cared—a lot. And Madelyn too.
But right now—for me—to me—at that time—-
My Dear, Sweet, Darling, Little, (Ten Pound-Plus), Baby Paws ——
Was the ONLY ONE who counted.
(Part 3 To Come !!!)