Thursday, July 8
Dr. Marquez has stuck his head through the door several times this week and told me how well I am doing. When I am awake, I practice the leg stretches, practice with the lung exerciser, eat all the food, take all of the medicines, and brush my teeth after every meal.
I have a video call from Maria, and I remind her not to worry and take care of her own family. I decided that I did not want her to call anymore; it is not helpful. I give her a coded message to pass on to Daniel.
On this day, I was wheeled down to radiology for a lung x-ray. Several times, attendants have wheeled in a large mobile x-ray unit and taken x-rays of all patients inside the room while in bed. However, since I am better and can sit in a wheelchair (for the same reasons, this is the first time a nurse helped me shower in the bathroom), I get wheeled to the radiology lab.
The hospital is like a complete maze, and the inner COVID-19 section is like a fortress in the center. It was interesting to see the area where the food is made, the repair on equipment is done, and the lines of people all wearing masks awaiting their turn at service windows. Notably, there were no sounds of chimes nor strange conversations, and people acting weird. Everything outside of the emergency COVID-19 section appears normal. It was wonderful to breathe fresh air and see some sunshine, even for a few minutes. There was a sunny center courtyard with tall palm trees and colorful flowers. I wistfully thought how much better I would feel if I could sit out under the bright blue sky for awhile. I contemplate jumping out of the wheelchair and making an escape. But how? I have no outside contacts, no phone to plan with, and no idea where the main exits are.
While being wheeled to radiology, I begged the nurse who transported me to call my son. I give her the number, and she promises to call him. Her name is Grace, and she treats me very nicely; I think I can trust her. She noticed she could not get a signal and walked down the hall to connect. At this point, Daniel’s phone number shows up as totally blocked. It seems that we cannot call his number from anywhere in the hospital.
9:00 pm: Tonight, after witnessing the total surrender of Ariana – she no longer protests or cries through the sequences – I decide that I will discuss with the others what we must do to stop this abuse.
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8/7/21, 3:20 PM – Maria: Hi Daniel I talked to your mom today and she’s doing great. Soon she leaves the hospital. She told me to call you the red cat.
8/7/21, 3:48 PM – D: Thank you very much for arranging communication with Mr. Evan. I appreciate it a lot. My previous explanation was that the hospital did not allow the best communication with Renee. I appreciate your help from my heart.
Daniel´s notes: Lawyer SB: 7/8/21, 3:18 PM – D: <Media omitted>
7/8/21, 3:21 PM – D: <Media omitted>
7/8/21, 3:43 PM – D: <Media omitted>
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