Back in Intensive care - Room 5
We were back in intensive care, this time in room 5. We were right in the back corner. Evelyn was very poorly. As I stop to think about this time it is like someone has poured icy water over me. My skin prickles and tingles, I feel cold and numb. There are certain elements of her story that I recall that make me physically retch. Once she seemed as comfortable and calm as a baby can be having been intubated the nurses encouraged us to get some food. I really didn't want to leave. I was stood in the kitchen area at Ronald McDonald House while Aly tried to prepare us some food. I was a wreck; I didn't want to eat. I just wanted to get back to her. I was so scared that she would open her eyes, and I wouldn't be there for her to see that she wasn't alone. I was so scared that it could be the last time she ever opened her eyes, and I wasn't there. Visiting became more difficult again as when ward round occurred, I wasn't allowed to be by her side. This might take s...