The Hospital: Day Fifteen

Monday, July 12

I hear the alarm finally stop, and then the lights come on. In the morning, three nurses come in; it is 4:30 am. The nurses look hyper-happy and laugh as they clean the beds and tend to the patients. They look like they have partied all night. As they work, they talk about how strong the women are and how no one can stop what is happening. They say that soldiers are trying to break into the hospital, but the hospital has machines to keep them out and a second line of defense further away to resist any attack.

As I listen to them discussing their triumph over *rattos*, I realize I had better get rid of the memory knots. They might think it is sorcery or anti-religious. As a nurse picks up things from my tray table, I casually give her the memory knots (wet with urine from my bed) and say, oh, this also. She takes it and dumps it in the biohazard. Torina witnesses this and tries to intervene, but she ignores him. Why is Torino so interested in my memory knots? Was he making another plot? The same nurse goes to get a paper towel, and as she realizes there are no more paper towels, she stands there frozen for 5 minutes, like she cannot decide what to do next.

When the nurses leave, Torino tells the Argentinian to act as if nothing happened. I wonder what happened outside the hospital. Was this event of people going crazy something that only occurred here in the hospital? Torino says we must be very cheerful and thank the hospital staff for everything, or they will switch to crazy again. The attendants who take out the dirty linens and biohazard trash come by and act like they are still angry, tossing things into bags and savagely shoving the items they remove out into the hallway.

I am still shaking, but when the doctor comes by and asks how I am – I say I am fine and smile.

The food that comes by today is not of good quality and is cold. The oxygen is not coming out of the wall outlet. When the doctor comes by, and I say there is no oxygen, he tells me that there is – I see it is not and begin to say something, but Torino shakes his head for me to stop – the doctor says to keep the cannula on. After the terrifying night, I could read that my oxygen level had decreased on the monitor to 82.

Afternoon: A new patient bed is put next to me, and it is a man from China – intubated. He has a special bed and a large machine. I cannot see him because of all the equipment – only his legs and I can hear his voice when he talks to the nurses after they remove the tube; he speaks perfect English. I hear the nurses remove the tube several times over the next few days. And the disgusting abuse! Everyone makes it plain that they do not like this Chinese man. Why was an intubated patient put into the recovery room next to me? Another attempt to scare me?

The Argentinian and Torino are plotting to blow up the room. They talk the cousin into actually doing the plot of lighting something on fire next to an opened oxygen tank. I am not included in their little scheme. During the evening, before our night medicine was dispensed, Torino got a nurse (apparently a friend of his) to give him an extra bottle of alcohol, and his cousin got some bits of paper to light. Torino’s cousin pulled one of the oxygen tanks in the room into the bathroom.

I just watched them. Were they going to set the room on fire? I had already lived through an event where I thought I would die; I could not be scared any worse.

9:00 pm;

The night staff begins loudly playing canasta in the reception room. J. began calling all of the night staff to join in.

I take medicine the nurse gives me and ¨glitch¨ into a program I call the 1000 Deaths. What is different is that the Argentinian and Torino and his cousin are in the scenario. In the scenario, they locate the tombs of famous rebels and revolutionaries and choke me to death over the graves. I experienced being choked to death countless times before I woke up at 4:30 am exhausted and drenched in sweat.

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12/7/21, 12:49 PM – Maria: What do you know about Renee?

12/7/21, 12:53 PM – D: Hi Maria. How are you? I spoke to the nurse this morning and Renee is fine. I speak with the Doctor this afternoon to receive the update.

12/7/21, 12:54 PM – Maria: Ok, if there is no problem, tell me.

12/7/21, 12:55 PM – D: Yes, absolutely

12/7/21, 1:45 PM – D: I spoke with the doctor and he tells me that my mother is fine and that my mother is improving. He says my mother will likely be released before the weekend.

12/7/21, 1:47 PM – Maria: Good, they make sure it comes out well cured.

12/7/21, 1:47 PM – Maria: Thank you.

12/7/21, 1:48 PM – D: Yes, okay, no problem

Daniel´s notes: Lawyer SB:

7/12/21, 1:41 PM – D: <Media omitted>

7/12/21, 1:46 PM – LawyerSB: Thank you man! Crossing fingers with your mom

7/12/21, 1:46 PM – LawyerSB: And yes keep us updated

7/12/21, 1:47 PM – LawyerSB: I’ll remain attentive

7/12/21, 1:48 PM – D: 👍🏽

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