reposting from Mel's visit to highland as so eloquently described in a mspace.com bulletin
My first trip to Highland!
Body: A different kind of "highland" than the type that I'm used to(!), but I just went to see Steve in the ICU this morning...... Here is my first real "bulletin"................
In my life to date, I've been graced with the good fortune of never having had to be in an ICU. I've also never been in a regular, in-patient hospital since I've been in this country. So, feeling a bit intimidated by not knowing the US hospital jargon, passwords, or peculiar tests that I may have to be aware of or be subjected to, I contacted Mikhail earlier in the day requesting help in this matter. Thankfully I received eloquent and precise tutelage on the "Beginner's Guide to Highland hospital". (Thanks so much Mikhail!)
So! Armed with my newly learned and memorized instructions, I left the studio where I do my sculpture, down by Pete and Paula's house, at about 2.30 this morning and went and visited Steve, in hospital. I figured that there probably wouldn't be any other visitors there at 3.00 in the morning and that it would have probably been a while since he had seen anybody.
I found my way to his wee room without any problems. He was about to be bathed, so the nurse who was writing in his charts, said that I only had a few minutes. I said that was fine and that I just wanted to give him a hello and a smile.
As I walked into the room, I thought Steve was alseep, so I remained quiet, but then I saw his eyes open and turn towards me. I piped in with "hey Steve, it's me, Mel, I just stopped in to say hello and to make sure they're treating you well". I held his hand and said that he needed to be strong and to come back to us soon. I passed on Mikhail's message that we all love him and told him that he was dearly missed but loved even more. That was then pretty much time-up for me, so I kissed him and said goodnight, then went on my way. (Walking completely down the wrong corridor, ending up in some wierd, barely lit "emergency exit only" place, then having to retrace my steps!)
As this was my first visit, I have nothing to compare his level of recovery to, but given that the man was in surgery for how many hours(?), undergoing MAJOR surgery in his HEAD, less than two weeks ago, I think his recovery is pretty fucking amazing! Lest we not complain about the humble hangover ever again!!
I firmly believe that I SAW Steve this morning. We had good, strong eye contact and I'm positive that he knew that it was me that was with him. He's in there; just fine. His body needs to heal. Not only from the stroke, but from the insane battering that he has endured from the surgery. Even a simple tooth extraction is an invasive surgery that the body needs time to recover from. Multiply that by about one million and you might get close to the trauma that Steve's body has undergone. The simple fact that he has made it this far, is testament to his strength (or plain stubborness!).
My 95 year old grandmother had a massive stroke when she was 46 and she fully recovered. That was 50 years ago! She told me, that the worst thing about it (latterly), was once she was home from the hospital and she was aware of everything; the frustration of not being able to physically function properly, of knowing that those inherrant actions required to feed yourself; to take your spoonful of food; bend your elbow; sup your mouthful; chew; swallow and smile; were so alien to the body's ability, almost everything seemed impossible.
She said that she had to mentally re-teach her body to move in the she wanted it to, that inherrant action was no longer there, even for something like scratching her nose. She felt the itch but she had to make her hand scratch it.
Over the next year and a half she re-educated her body in how to move, to talk, to write etc. It was all through frustration, stubborness and perserverance.
She also said that it was really important not to be treated or talked to like a child or some stupid oaf, because that only fuelled the negative fires!
I was 27 when she told me about that part of her life. I had no idea that she had been through all that!
We need to be strong for Steve and help him to learn how to make his body work again. We have to be ourselves when we are with him and further down the path, not to worry too much about upsetting him, by playing music, or not, or telling him about the Raider's losing (sorry!) or whatever!
Let's face it, I think one of the common factors that we, as a group of friends share, is that we're all pissed-off about something. Another is that we ALL need to be challenged in this life. Otherwise what's the fucking point?!
Because Steve's challenges have now taken a drastic change of course, our have in part done so too. We must all support one another, always. Most of us have no children! WE are all WE have.
On a total tangent, I also noticed probably for the first time, what amazing green eyes, Steve has. Quite beautiful really!
Well, that kind of went places I didn't expect! Whewwww! I am now giving in to my body's natural urge to PASS THE FUCK OUT! at 5.30am! Thankfully I do not have to work today! Yeah! Lie in!! My favourite!
Sleep well my friends - Mel
Holy Shit! Did I write all that?