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canyonwalkerPhoenix late April travelog #6
Back from the hospital - Sunday, 30 Apr 2023, 8am
After two nights of tiring out early and two mornings of waking with the dawn before 5:30am I was hoping last night and this morning would be different. They both were and weren't, in the worst possibly way. Last night I struggled to stay up past 10pm. Shortly after 10 I decided to stop fighting it and was out within 5 minutes.
A text message from our friend David woke us up around 11:45pm. His husband, who had been sick to his stomach a few hours earlier but seemed on the mend after taking a OTC pill, got worse again. They'd called 911. They were at the hospital ER. We asked if they needed anything from us; David told us to stay at the hotel and get more sleep.
David reached out again close to 3am. His husband had been treated by doctors and was recovering. They expected to discharge him later in the morning.
At 6:15am David reached out again. They were being sent home. Hawk had already been awake for a bit while I was sleeping in. I got up, dressed, and started a breakfast of a protein bar and bottle of soda I could take with me in the car.
The hospital was a good 15 minutes away from the hotel. The guys were standing outside the ER on the curb as we arrived. They explained that the fire department would've taken them to a closer hospital but it was full. a) That's a bad sign, generally speaking— that a hospital is full and can't take a person who called 911. Apparently this one was tight on space, too, sending them out to the curb. b) It was the fire department because they were the first responders at 2am. That makes sense because it's often the case, but the guys agreed it was amusing to have a squad of 6 firefighters in full gear jogging through the hotel at 2am to come get them.
Coming home from the hospital we made a detour to the drugstore where the prescription was sent. It was one near the hospital, not near our hotel. It would've been at least a 45 minute roundtrip to come back for it later. We waited outside while the order was being filled. I heard the 4th movement of Rossini's William Tell Overture over and over so many times— the store was playing it loudly through outdoor speakers to discourage day laborers from congregating in the parking lot— that I was totally ready to see the cavalry charging in. Alas, there were no guns, no horses. Just trumpets. And the day laborers stayed 50 feet away.
Back from the hospital - Sunday, 30 Apr 2023, 8am
After two nights of tiring out early and two mornings of waking with the dawn before 5:30am I was hoping last night and this morning would be different. They both were and weren't, in the worst possibly way. Last night I struggled to stay up past 10pm. Shortly after 10 I decided to stop fighting it and was out within 5 minutes.
A text message from our friend David woke us up around 11:45pm. His husband, who had been sick to his stomach a few hours earlier but seemed on the mend after taking a OTC pill, got worse again. They'd called 911. They were at the hospital ER. We asked if they needed anything from us; David told us to stay at the hotel and get more sleep.
David reached out again close to 3am. His husband had been treated by doctors and was recovering. They expected to discharge him later in the morning.
At 6:15am David reached out again. They were being sent home. Hawk had already been awake for a bit while I was sleeping in. I got up, dressed, and started a breakfast of a protein bar and bottle of soda I could take with me in the car.
The hospital was a good 15 minutes away from the hotel. The guys were standing outside the ER on the curb as we arrived. They explained that the fire department would've taken them to a closer hospital but it was full. a) That's a bad sign, generally speaking— that a hospital is full and can't take a person who called 911. Apparently this one was tight on space, too, sending them out to the curb. b) It was the fire department because they were the first responders at 2am. That makes sense because it's often the case, but the guys agreed it was amusing to have a squad of 6 firefighters in full gear jogging through the hotel at 2am to come get them.
Coming home from the hospital we made a detour to the drugstore where the prescription was sent. It was one near the hospital, not near our hotel. It would've been at least a 45 minute roundtrip to come back for it later. We waited outside while the order was being filled. I heard the 4th movement of Rossini's William Tell Overture over and over so many times— the store was playing it loudly through outdoor speakers to discourage day laborers from congregating in the parking lot— that I was totally ready to see the cavalry charging in. Alas, there were no guns, no horses. Just trumpets. And the day laborers stayed 50 feet away.
