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Carried Over the Transom
27 August 2020
Around 5 p.m. I did get a call from Maria1 to come pick up Joyce at the hospital. So I drove over there and called the number she gave me. Someone not named Maria answered. But she was able to inform the people who needed to know that Joyce's carriage had arrived.
Yet another person, Rebecca2, brought Joyce out and helped her into the car. And off the two of us went, back to the house.
It was windy and foggy and generally miserable when I let her out of the car in the driveway. It's easier for Joyce to get up the front steps3 than the windy and narrow inside steps.
She had a hard time getting up on her feet and out of the car, though. And she felt a little dizzy. It's the sedation, I told her.
She made it fine to the stairs and took each step carefully but when we got to the very top and I opened the door, she collapsed. Her legs just couldn't keep her up.
She was screaming as she fell to her knees.
I lifted her upright a few times but she couldn't support herself. So I got her a pillow to lie across the transom and called 911.
A few minutes later a fire truck, siren wailing, arrived and four stout fellows jumped out to come to the rescue.
It only took one to carry her over the transom and walk her over to her chair by the piano.
"That's the most fun she's had all day," I observed before thanking them.
She did better after that, walking over to the table to have some ravioli and back to her chair to watch the convention and, later, preparing for bed and getting over to the bedroom.
I'll let the surgeon know just so we're all on the same page. Home nursing starts tomorrow at 9 before her Covid-19 test at French Hospital so I'll fill Tyler4 in too.