August 2008 Joey was admitted to Thomas Jefferson University Hospital. Joey's father, mother and myself all went with him. What an experience. When we arrived we were placed in a "room". The room consisted of a bed along the wall in the hallway of the hospital with a curtain. The IV pole was a little self sticking plastic hook stuck to the the molding on the wall and it was labeled "IV" in red marker. Once they actually got to Joey they took his vitals and asked a bunch of questions as usual, then they placed 3 bracelets on his arm. The first one was the usual hospital bracelet with his basic info. The next one was a big red bracelet with big black letters that said "ALLERGY". Finally they gave him one that was bright yellow with big black letters that said "FALL RISK". Over load on the bracelets people.
Joey was then taken for some tests while the Nurse Practitioner showed me the way to his room. On the way I asked her if she thought the up coming surgeries would really help him and if he would be able to get back to life. She looked at me with a very sincere soft look and said "yes, I do". That made me feel very safe. Not knowing what you are facing is a very scary thing, so for someone who knows what we are about to go through tell you it's a step in the right direction it makes things a little less scary. We arrived at Joey's room. For such a large hospital with such advanced treatment it's still stuck in the 70's. All of the rooms have a big purple door, his room also had a big yellow bathroom door and a little tiny metal sink. Kind of looks like a prison sink. The curtains are a dirty pink and everything looks very dingy because of how old it is.
Now came the hard part for me. I had to leave Joey there. We had never really spent that much time apart and we still didn't know when the surgeries would begin, or exactly what there plan was. All we knew was we were not going to see each other when we woke up the next morning.
Joey was then taken for some tests while the Nurse Practitioner showed me the way to his room. On the way I asked her if she thought the up coming surgeries would really help him and if he would be able to get back to life. She looked at me with a very sincere soft look and said "yes, I do". That made me feel very safe. Not knowing what you are facing is a very scary thing, so for someone who knows what we are about to go through tell you it's a step in the right direction it makes things a little less scary. We arrived at Joey's room. For such a large hospital with such advanced treatment it's still stuck in the 70's. All of the rooms have a big purple door, his room also had a big yellow bathroom door and a little tiny metal sink. Kind of looks like a prison sink. The curtains are a dirty pink and everything looks very dingy because of how old it is.
Now came the hard part for me. I had to leave Joey there. We had never really spent that much time apart and we still didn't know when the surgeries would begin, or exactly what there plan was. All we knew was we were not going to see each other when we woke up the next morning.
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