It Happened in Italy -Recovering on Piano Sei

Lady Helen was still in a dead sleep when the ringing of her phone awoke her. “What have they done now,” she answered in a panic.
“Nothing at all,” answered a cheerful voice,  “I just saw a missed call and wondered what you wanted.” She breathed a sigh of relief – that missed call was from the day before when he’d had his roaming  switched off. Lady Helen
The nurses had got him up and allowed him to go at his pace with no with no pulling from them. They weighed him and washed him and all went well.
She decided not to go up to the ward until she was sure that the grumpy cleaner had done the floors and just as she was leaving to have breakfast The Earl messaged ,   “The coast is clear – you can come now😄”
So after her coffee and croissant she went straight there.  “Buongiorno,” she called to the duty man and marched confidently toward the lifts.
“Singnora!” He called. “No”
She went up to the desk and said, “Mio Marito ha una camera privata. Posso andare”
My husband has a private room. I may go up.
He wagged his finger at her and shook his head. She smiled politely as he picked up the telephone and prattled away in rapid Italiano.  Then he put it down and without a word waved her on. ” I told you so,” she said cheekily in English.  He just glared at her and shrugged his shoulders. And that was the last time she had any trouble from the reception staff.  They all greeted her politely and sometimes even asked how her husband was doing. And when she saw the cleaner she made sure to compliment him on his floors,  “Pavements pulito!” Even he had the grace to smile.
“Come stai Mio Marito?”  she would call to the nurses (How is my husband?)
“Bene!” would come the cheerful reply. (Well!)
Filippo visited every day being able to have a conversation with someone he could understand always cheered The Earl up. What a lovely guardian angel he was.

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The Earl had a great view from his ward window

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It was fun to watch the helicopters taking off and landing on the helipad

Once the staff understood that she would be allowed in the ward all day they became used to her.  L.H. tried not to get in their way and they soon realised that she was more use than nuisance.  The Earl was too sick and impatient to use his ITranslate App but L.H. had learned some Italian before leaving S.A. and used her app effectively.  And so she served as an adequate interpreter between patient and nurse or therapist.   All the doctors they met could speak English.  None of the nurses could  except for one who was actually Polish.
Each day a team of nurses and student doctors along with a teaching doctor would come to examine The Earl.  At the first examination a nurse asked L.H. to leave but the doctor insisted she stay. Some of the procedures were unavoidably painful but they allowed L.H. to hold The Earl’s hand and he was very brave.  The doctor always gave her feedback and asked her questions about how she thought her husband was coping.  The care was in fact extremely good.
For the first few days L.H. had to do a lot of ‘nursing’ but after a while The Earl  was able to  walk down the passage on his own, sit at the table for his meals and get up with just a little bit of assistance.

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Even in hospital, Italian food is good – too much for The Earl to manage in the beginning.

He remained on the sixth floor for five days and then was transferred down to the rehab ward where he would have intensive physiotherapy.  More on that tomorrow.
NaBloPoMo November 2016

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8 thoughts on “It Happened in Italy -Recovering on Piano Sei

  1. I recently spent a couple of days in the hospital here at home (Southern California) and was amazed at how good the food was… they even gave me (almost too many) choices. I used to think that hospitals provided bland, boring food to encourage patients to leave as soon as possible. Maybe they are getting smarter and understand that good food = happy patients. Mangia!

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