Monday, March 15--A very friendly rabbi visited me. He said he was Robby's sister's rabbi. A beautiful bouquet arrived from Tim Howard in Sacramento. A reporter and a photographer from the New York Daily News interviewed me about my ordeal and my cause. That went very well. I made an attempt at physical therapy, but it was much too painful. I couldn't help but scream. I was moved to the third floor to be near rehab. At first I had the room to myself, but Helen Silverstein, who broke her ankle, arrived at about 1 a.m.
Tuesday, March 16--Went around the "gym" four times with a walker. Much improved over the previous days. Aaron arrived around 7:30 p.m. So good to see him! HBO put him up at a B&B about seven blocks away. Met Helen's husband, Lou Silverstein, former asst. managing editor of the New York Times, and their daughter, Anne, who is the editor of a union newspaper. Helen and Lou hired two women to take 12-hour shifts so that Helen would never be unattended. Aaron was such a help, setting up the dialysis machine and fetching things for me. Yet one more night of poor sleep.
Wednesday, March 17--Walked with walker without a spotter. Walked between my room and the rehab center. Aaron slept until 3 p.m.. came over afterwards. Moved to a private room. PT personnel very professional, compassionate. Especially liked James, the PT attendant, and Grace, the chief physical therapist.
Miss Brockman, a former UN interpreter and the wife of one of the hospital's psychiatrists, was a real fighter. She had been doing yoga previous to her hip fracture, and she believed that was responsible for her underlying good condition. I, too, was thankful for all the work I had done in cardiac rehab. Without those weeks of beefing up, this would have been much more difficult, I'm sure. Miss Brockman and I were the overachievers. We wanted to get better and get out of there. That was not typical of most patients I saw. Many refued to leave their beds or they refused to do anything once they got to rehab. One woman stood by the parallel bars and said, "I can't. I can't." Grace encouraged her, but she persisted in her naysaying. Finally, Grace said, "You've been in bed for six months. If you go back to the nursing home like this and say 'I can't' more than twice, they're going to leave you in bed, and you're going to stay there."
Thursday, March 18--While attempting to negotiate the mess of tubing and cables around my bed in the early morning, I lost my balance and fell. I screamed, "Help me! Help me!" Nurses came running. Such excrutiating pain. Even more than the original break. They lifted me onto a guest chair, where I sat until a stretcher came to take me to x-ray. For some reason, this was not a stretcher that went up and down, so getting onto it was torture, as was moving from the stretcher to the x-ray table and back to the stretcher. Once I was finally back in my bed, I stayed there. Waited to hear all day whether this would mean more surgery. Finally, at 6 p.m., a doctor told me that this was a splinter off the original break that could not be fixed surgically. I would have to allow it to heal on its own. So good to have Aaron with me all day today.
Friday, March 19--Fairly easy to move in the morning, but extremely painful in the afternoon. It's a matter of timing the pain meds just right so that they're at their peak effectiveness when I'm in physical therapy. Aaron explored the Met, Grand Center Park, and Times Square.
Saturday, March 20-Monday, March 22--Continued to progress in PT. Learned how to walk up and down the stairs with a walker. Left for the airport at 3 p.m. Left NYC on a United flight at 8:30 p.m. Arrived in LA a little before midnight. So good to be home.
