C’est difficile…
Thursday, 28 September 2006 | 4:25
4:05 am. Wrinkly feet after a long bath. Striped pyjamas, tired body. Utter inability to sleep.
Je m’inquiète de ma grand-mère. J’ai écrit dans une note précédente qu’elle ne semblait pas très bien ces derniers jours: aujourd’hui nous avons appris la raison. Elle est malade, infecter avec C. difficile, bactérie assez grave et commun aux hôpitaux. She has a fever, seems to be completely lacking in energy, and is evidently in pain and discomfort most of the time she’s awake. Thankfully, she’s sleeping quite a bit more. While visiting her this evening, she dozed off many times; each time she woke up, she started crying. Each time she cried, I told her that she had a common infection and treatment has already started, and that her current misery is due to the infection, and is completely unrelated to anything else – that the progress she had made hasn’t gone away, that she isn’t regressing, that her actual condition isn’t worsening. That seems to calm her somewhat. Il y a maintenant un placard sur la porte de sa chambre à l’hôpital avec les directives pour les visiteurs: lavez les mains, portez un masque, mettez des gants si vous serez en contact avec la malade… J’ai vu le même placard sur la porte de la chambre voisine. C’est inquiétant.
My boyfriend continues his work in the other room; his gerbils are sleeping in their cage, on the desk beside me. My feet ache and my eyes are dry. Outside, the temperature is dropping and night is well underway. Yet another sleepless night.
