I just returned from New York, where I had visited Roberta for about thirty minutes. Her voice is very coarse, she's a natural talker, and I didn't want to make her talk too much. So I arrived at the hospital about 7:30, knowing that visiting hours would be over at 8:00.
Well, let me give you the good news first. Roberta is getting better, albeit slowly.
That said, by her testimony, her hospital visit has been a string of bad news from the beginning:
- Roberta arrived in the emergency room at 2 pm; she had to wait until around 10 pm until someone took care of her. No doctor saw her on her first day.
- She got into a big fight with the first doctor who did take a look at her. He was a general practitioner who prescribed some medicine that he thought might work. Roberta objected that she needed to see a specialist. The reason she was in the hospital, she argued, was that medication a general practitioner thought might work weren't working for her. The disagreement ended in a yelling match. (Come to think of it, Roberta only said she was yelling. I'm not sure about the doctor.) In the meantime, Roberta allows for the possibility that "he may have been right".
- Roberta's asthma got really bad over the first few days. She says that yesterday, she almost died from an asthma attack. The hospital didn't have the medication she needed in an emergency such as this. Fortunately, she had some in her purse.
- She hates the place in general, and the food in particular.
In the meantime, Roberta has gotten better; apart from her coarse voice, she was pretty much herself when I saw her. She is now responding to the hospitals (longer-term) asthma medication -- slowly. The reason for the "slowly", she thinks, is all the other stuff that's going wrong in her life these days. (She talked about them here; no reason to repeat them.) She expects to stay in the hospital for "quite a while".
Finally, she asked me to tell you all how much she appreciates your concern, your thoughts, and your support.