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Lorie called this evening. Until her call, I was feeling rather cocky that Arthudo would be coming back - like, maybe we might be getting groceries again next week. I was a little worried about what condition he might be in, but I was effectively assuming that my life would go on for a while yet. Lorie really blew up those happy notions into smithereens.
It seems that Arthudo has not been as conscious as I was led to believe, or maybe he has declined. He is no longer at the hospital, though. They moved him to a nursing home: Blue Skies. He had a stroke. Exactly when, I don't know. In another stunner, Lorie informed me that in his first week at the hospital, the doctor was considering whether to "pull the plug", but he decided to wait a few days, and Arthudo woke up just in time.
It is now my impression that he is never coming home, or that Blue Skies is now his home and where he will die - maybe years from now in a crippled, enfeebled condition. I looked it up on the Internet. It looks like a very nice place - not one of those abusive places that might get spotlighted on "60 Minutes".
I don't suppose that I will ever see him again. Life for me has gone back to scary and misty-eyed. I feel sad for Arthudo in his hard decline (pulling the plug might have been better), and ... as for myself, well, let's just say that I probably don't have all that much of a future in front of me.
It seems that Arthudo has not been as conscious as I was led to believe, or maybe he has declined. He is no longer at the hospital, though. They moved him to a nursing home: Blue Skies. He had a stroke. Exactly when, I don't know. In another stunner, Lorie informed me that in his first week at the hospital, the doctor was considering whether to "pull the plug", but he decided to wait a few days, and Arthudo woke up just in time.
It is now my impression that he is never coming home, or that Blue Skies is now his home and where he will die - maybe years from now in a crippled, enfeebled condition. I looked it up on the Internet. It looks like a very nice place - not one of those abusive places that might get spotlighted on "60 Minutes".
I don't suppose that I will ever see him again. Life for me has gone back to scary and misty-eyed. I feel sad for Arthudo in his hard decline (pulling the plug might have been better), and ... as for myself, well, let's just say that I probably don't have all that much of a future in front of me.
