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Show 162 It has been two weeks since Faith has spoken with Dr. Jessop about the newer, stronger catheter and it still has not even been ordered. He has still not made a simple phone call. I am still in massive spasms, several times each day. My body is achingly stiff when it is not in massive spasms. My memory of days is gone and I no longer know time. Hy and the children have come and gone, I am sure, but I do not remember their being here. Versed erases my life. I am staring at the jack in the wall where a telephone cord should be. There is no telephone in my room because the jarring ring can cause startle. I push my light for the nurse. Deborah enters my room moments later. "I'd like to make a phone call," I am telling her. "OK, I'll round up a telephone somewhere," she is saying as she leaves the room. I hope I can remember the telephone number. Hy has given me a long-distance calling card and I will charge the calls to our impoverished home. I am praying that this money will not be spent in vain. Deborah is helping me dial the numbers. She leaves my room as I hear the ringing on the other end. |