Wednesday, July 6, 2016

The Saddest, Sweetest Voice Mail

Back in 2012 Clark had some significant breathing issues. He was hospitalized for more than a week in June, and they intubated him to keep him stable.

Well, they tried to. It turns he hated being intubated.


Really hated.

So they put him in a medically-induced coma to keep him from yanking the breathing tubes out of his lungs. That process required a couple of different levels of sedative and, here's the key part: Clark finally came out of the "coma" early on a Saturday morning and has no idea how or why he was in the hospital. Apparently. nurses aren't super helpful if you've tried to fight them off from putting breathing tubes back in your lungs...go figure.

So he called my cell and left this message.

He was calling to see how we were doing. He's confused and in the hospital, but he's worried about us. Also he wasn't sure if we knew he was in the hospital.

Because his mom doesn't fly, she got in the car and started the 3-day drive from Dallas to Portland on Wednesday. When I got to the hospital (after the shift changeover--no visitors in ICU during shift changeover) she was about 2 hours from arrival.

You wake up from a coma to be told your mom's almost there and it's your birthday (the next day was his birthday).


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