What on Earth makes you think she forgot you????
She said she would call me back. Never did. I called her twice because I wanted to ask her something. No answer.
Just a thought, does your new apartment allow pets? Could you maybe get a cat or something to keep you company, or something smaller like a hamster? Maybe that can kinda help with loneliness.
Yeah but I can’t afford one….
Made it to Texas. I’m exhausted. In a taxi on my way to my building.
-She nods, waiting for him to emerge- Now, don't resist if you feel tired, John. Rest is very important right now, and yes I know how tired you are of hearing that. I've listed the common side effects of the treatment, but the *instant* you feel short of breath or in pain, you buzz the nurse. -She sets the call button and a clean basin in easy reach.- I'll have someone come to check on you soon.
"Yeah, okay," he murmured, crawling back into bed. The only thing I felt right then was exhaustion. "Thank you."
-She came back in a few moments later, pair of navy blue scrubs in hand- These should fit ok, I think. -She helps him sit up and swing his legs off the side of the bed- Do you need help? Or do you think you have it from here?
"Got it," he mumbled, taking the change of clothes and making his way shakily to the bathroom. Somehow he felt worse than he had when he’d come to the hospital. He finished changing, unwilling to admit how grateful he was to be able to get back into bed.
-She turned off the machine- I think that's enough for now -pulling a pair of gloves from a drawer and sliding them on, she helped him clean up as best she could with paper towels- I'll go grab you some spare scrubs. You'll feel better if you're not sitting here covered in muck. This really is good, John. I know it doesn't feel like it, but the more fluid we can get out, the less of a foothold infection has.
"I think I’d rather be sick." The words were a dry wheeze. He felt awful. Really he just wanted Rose there. He hated dealing with this alone. But he couldn’t bother her at work.
-She pulls the mask up over his head, lifts his arms up, and firmly taps his chest a few times to break up the mucus- Relax, John. Don't panic. It's ok, I've got you. (okies, dearie, be safe and we can pick this up whenever you feel like it. Have a good trip!)
It took a few more coughs, but he finally managed to bring everything up. Or everything his lungs were willing to give, anyways. He was a right mess by the end of it though, and trembling something fierce.
Almost done, now. Keep breathing as deep as you can, ok? You're going to cough, no way around it, but that's what we want. -please just don't let it be hard enough to cause vomiting, she hoped silently- Then it'll be over and you don't have to do it again for 6 or so hours. Maybe more, depending on how you respond.
"S-Six—?!" His voice cracked as he spoke, but it didn’t matter because then he was coughing again, harder than before, and he groped blindly for the bowl, but it was too late — he pulled the mask away again and the mucus came up right on his lap, clinging this airway, refusing to let him breathe, which just made him cough harder.
-She pats his back, helping him lie back once the fit has passed and making sure the mask goes back on- Have to finish it up, John. Sorry to say that's not the end of it. -the little container was just under half-full- But it'll hopefully get you out of here quicker.
"Don’t wanna," he muttered thickly as he dropped his head back. God this was awful. Little jerks ran through his body, and he twitched again, sucking in a sharp breath each time. It was awful. Absolutely awful.
-she gently places the mask over his face and flips the switch to start treatment- You don't have to be brave here, John. I can leave that bit out when Rose comes, if you like, but there's no point in suffering needlessly. -she settles down to wait; things are slow and it can be tetchy how people react the first time, especially when mucus and tissue starts coming up- Remember, spit out anything that comes up when you cough.
"I’m not being grave," John muttered. "I just don’t want the meds." He liked to stay as med free as possible. Being on the nebulizer was weird — for a few minutes it just felt horribly uncomfortable.
But then he started coughing — loud, hard hacks, and he yanked the mask away and grabbed the bowl again to cough up the mucus.