We settled into a little routine Feb 6 and 7. I would wait until they were done doing their procedures on Chuck, wait until they had given me the remdesivir, and then I would go visit him in his room. On the 5th, I was very alarmed by his wild eyes and how he barked 1 word out at a time. I laid awake all night thinking of ways I could help him with this. But, when I went in the first time on the 6th, he had already sorted through and relearned how to talk. His speech was returned and although it tired him out a lot, he was quite coherent and articulate. He was also catching up to himself and had lots of questions.
He asked me what happened to the bald guy in the bright yellow shirt, and the bitchy lady named Kathy that was with him. I kept asking him to explain more, and as he thought it out, it came back to him more clearly. These 2 had barged in to demand that they were taking over conservatorship of his life. And he was quite upset by this. I told him that it had not happened, that it sounded like a bad dream and was not reality.
Gasp. I just realize where this came from. When we had been in Grand Junction the day that he had really started to show symptoms of covid, we had to visit the attorney for his mother and get the paper work to transfer statutory power of attorney from his sister Lila to Chuck. We talked about several thimgs, and one of them was an option to go to court to get conservatorship of his mom’s estate. We had decided that it would be better to just tell his mom the truth, that Lila had died. And then to get her to ok the POA, so that Chuck could take over her financial affairs. No one in the family wanted to do this, but, it turned out to be the only viable option. Well, the attorney was a bald guy wearing a yellow shirt, and his paralegal was a woman named Kathy and she was in the room taking notes. Wow.
He was also very worried about where his phone and wallet were and the money that was in the wallet. I assured him that I had been carrying these things in my fanny pack the entire time. I had been afraid that in all the moving and shuffling, he would lose these items. Also I didn’t want him to casually pick up his phone and read about Lila’s death. My concern had been that the ambulance drivers had taken his drivers license and insurance card when they picked him up. The hospital staff helped me try to locate them and could not. Later that day, when I was looking for something else, we found these things tucked into the pocket of the pants he came in with. So both of us were able to relax and calm down a bit.
On Feb 7 I went into his room 2 different times for several hours each. He was doing remarkably better, I was very happy. He had taken their swallow tests to make sure he could swallow after not really having to use this skill for over a week. The staff explained to me that they didn’t want him to aspirate his food or liquids. He had a special diet that he had to start with, but, he was fine with that, because he was very hungry. Things were going well and they were talking about releasing him. Because they would be releasing him first, they wanted to send him directly to a rehab facility so that they could help him learn to walk again. I stopped resisting, recognizing the wisdom of this.
My 2nd visit to him was the most normal, most relaxed visit we had. I can’t remember even what we talked about, but, it was normal husband wife talk. We reviewd the things we needed to attend to regarding home and our businesses. We talked about wanting to leave the hospital and start over again, throw the baby out with the bath water and just start fresh. I brought up renewing our wedding vows. He frowned and said, “we got 44 yrs on the clock, I don’t want to start over!” I laughed and assured him that the license was still binding, that it wouldn’t stop that. It would just be a way for us to celebrate being together, that we could have a party and just be happy to be together with our friends and family. He agreed that it would be a good idea… he was actually more interested in talking about where we could go in the motorhome to get away from it all.
Somewhere in that day, he developed a blood clot in his leg. They were very concerned and made plans to operate.