I just got back from visiting Carlo. I hope all hospitals in Italy are not as bad as this one. He was brought there Saturday evening….and apart from bringing him lunch and dinner, nothing has been done. No ice packs, no anti inflammatory drugs, no clean sheets, not even a spongebath or hot flannel to wash with. A Doctor passed by this morning and said it would be at least another 4-5 days before they could put the plastercast on (due to the swelling).
But in another 4 days it will be the weekend again, when the Doctors don’t work, so it could be Tuesday or Wednesday next week before he gets out of there. He is considering signing himself out of hospital and coming home until the swelling in his leg goes down. So he lies there, waiting, no TV to watch, hardly any visitors because its too far away and everyone is working, nothing to do except read and watch the old man moan and hack in the bed opposite.
What would you do? Stay in hospital and wait, or go to the comfort of your home and wait?
Meanwhile, at home, my lovely brother Dan yesterday jumped on a plane and is being the perfect babysitter for the next 3 days. Friends are rallying round, offering to babysit and help out. I can take time off work to go to the hospital when I need to. And most scarily, I have no choice but to start driving again after giving up 2 years ago after one too many near misses. Carlo’s brother has already let me take the wheel and drive back from the hospital today, with no mishaps.
And lastly, Skye heard an ambulance yesterday morning and said “Mummy! Listen ! Is that Daddy coming home?”