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The Transfer

© Kathern Welsh

On Saturday, Sonny came to the hospital and was finally able to pin a doctor down and find out exactly what was going on with me. He thought I might never come back and everyone, doctors included, was surprised at how long I was out of my head. The first week I was in Doctor's North seemed to me like three weeks. It was as though I was living three days in every 24 hour period. So when the nurses or aides would ask me what day and time it was...I really didn't know. I was measuring time by what I thought it was, so I doubt if I ever gave them the correct answer.

After Sonny was told what I was actually going through, he got some excellent help from the doctors and nurses. I was never totally alone after I had fallen out of bed and they took excellent care of me. I thought the aides who were constantly with me were spies, but my behavior didn't seem to bother anyone. They would just smile and nod, or agree with me whenever I said weird things. They were all wonderful people. They took my abuse and just carried on.

Finally, on Tuesday evening, I was to be transferred to Licklighter Rehabilitation Center at Doctor's West Hospital. What a trip that was!

Sonny was there to see me off, but the ambulance was late, so he went to the cafeteria to get something to eat while I waited. In my delirium, I was put in the lobby on a gurney, my things piled in bags on the floor, so the transport team could just gather me up and take off whenever they got there. I was used to the room flipping but it was a different story there in the lobby.

Of course, I wasn't actually there, but at the time I thought I was. The lobby kept flipping and it seemed harder to stay on the gurney than it had been to stay on the bed. By the time the ambulance arrived, I was exhausted from holding on.

Sonny got back as I was being transferred into the ambulance and told me he'd go on home and see me the next day, since it was nearly 8:00 p.m. I was relieved to be going--at least as long as activity was going on, I wasn't flipping anymore.

I was soon fastened into the ambulance and we were off. Both men were very nice and warned me that it might be a difficult and bumpy ride. I was braced for the worst, but it wasn't too bad. In fact, it turned out to be a marvelous, fascinating trip!