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Escapes from Hospital
Yesterday I picked up Mr. G. from the rehabilitation center where he had stayed for a two months. This time he was there, because he had broken his hip falling out of the bed.
Fortunately the center was 20 km far from home and he couldn't walk, because I remember well the first time he had a surgery, as soon as he felt better he wanted to go home and called me that he would leave the hospital. I was a bit surprised that he already could go home but got my car and drove immediately to the hospital. And who was walking there on the street ? Mr. G. in his pyjama ! This was at the very beginning of our marriage. I don't remember very well what happened next, but I suppose that it was a big fight and a return to the hospital, to get officially released.
Over the years in my memories it became a joke, which from time to time we told friends when the conversation turned about hospitalisation. Only I never had thought it would happen again. The second time he was already in his 60th and had a carotid surgery. After a few days he called me that he could come home. Suddenly I remembered the story of years ago and asked if he had asked the doctor, apparently everything, at least paper wise was OK. I told him to wait for me at the reception.
I arrived, and what saw I walking in the street, Mr. G. with his little suitcase but without coat in the middle of the winter ! I was very angry he had done it again, but this time with the permission of the doctor.
Therefore when I called him each morning during his stay and he complained that he wanted to come home I was relieved that also technically he couldn't !!
Sometimes it is easier to watch over a 5 year old boy than over a vintage man ! At least the 5 year old listens to you even with protests, the old one doesn't listen and does what he wants ! I hope next time I don't have to write that he fell down in the basement because he tried to walk on our narrow steps !!
After all I could write a book
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