Another Room Another View

This afternoon, I was presented with the sad news that Arlette was being moved to another room. Arlette was very sad, and so was I. We enjoyed our time together as roommates. Soon after my roommate Arlette was moved, they informed me that I would be moving to another room. Both of us are seemingly better, and neither was in need of continuous heart monitoring. We both ended up on the same new floor, but in different rooms. Since neither of us are able to walk long distances, it will be some time before we can spend time together again.

View from my new room soon after we arrived:

Sunset over the Palisades bluffs.

I must admit that the change in room didn't settle well with me. I was feeling confused and anxious, and even complained of a sight headache. Only when I realized that Arlette was alone, did my concern for her help to relieve the anxiety that I was feeling over my own move. I sent someone over to inquire about my French friend. She was doing as well as could be expected. Arlette invited us to visit her on the Costa Brava in Cataloña. I doubt that I will ever be well enough to make that trip, but it was nice to have the invitation extended nonetheless.

View from Arlette's new room this evening:

New York visible in the distance over Hoboken's waterfront towers.

I kept asking if we were going home tonight, or even first thing in the morning. Desiring a familiar setting, I was thinking of home. As I slept in the evening, I was having dreams. I spoke out loud and moved my arms in concert with my dreams. I do that sometimes, especially when I'm not feeling well.

Clinically, however, I am better. My breathing is much improved. Mentally, I was just affected by the change in environment. I was similarly affected a coupe of days ago, as I sat in the Emergency Department contemplating my move to a new room upstairs. I settled into my previous room, so I guess I'll have to settle into this one.

My doctor stopped by to check on me. He mentioned that I might benefit from a short stay at a rehabilitation center in a couple of days, to get some physical therapy and improve my weakness. I was not well enough to discuss this tonight. I guess we'll have something for tomorrow.

Late in the evening, I received a new roommate, a patient admitted directly from the Emergency Department today. At first, she seems less communicative than my last roommate. Ça va.

I will try to be good for the night. See you in the morning.