When my husband had the stroke, I stayed with him 24/7. They kept him in the emergency room all day and overnight. I slept on the floor. When they moved him to a room, I still didn’t leave. I continued to sleep on the floor, until eventually they provided me a bed. I kept this up after he moved to rehab, and when he went to the nursing home. I would go home to shower and take care of household matters a couple times a week. I kept the dog with me, and nobody ever complained. Well, there was that one nurse who was afraid of her, but they quickly moved her to another ward. LOL. Can you imagine being afraid of a Shih Tzu puppy, less than a year old?
Back to the point. I stayed with him around the clock, and made it very clear his life had great value, and nobody better try to harm him in any way. I appreciated how well they treated him, and I made sure they knew it. I shutter to think what may have happened to him if I hadn’t learned the things I learned in the wake of the murder of Terri Schiavo. I’m convinced he wouldn’t have survived his first night.
” I stayed with him around the clock, and made it very clear his life had great value,”
Wow, and you did this alone. My family and I took turns staying overnight with dad at the nursing home, on the tough nights, but at least we all got to rest in between, but yes, I would do the same for my husband if no one else could help.
I love this about your post: “made it very clear his life had great value,”