We’re very hopeful about changing facilities, but cautious, too. Doing so requires patience, as we need to slow down and let this system– with all of its specialists and protocols — envelope us and do its thing. Come in with too much of an agenda and you risk altering the good care they’re surely capable of delivering, or at the very least hindering the normal interrelationships of their teams. But demonstrate passivity and you’re being foolish (and disingenuous). It will take a couple of days for all of us to adjust to things here and get rolling again. Will lost about an ounce yesterday with all of the commotion of the discharge, transport, and set-up, and all five of us are pretty tired all of the time.
One of the highlights so far is the outside. Which is to say, its easy to get out into the outside. The neighborhood around The Hospital for Sick Children (I insist on calling it that) is residential and bucolic. There are houses and trees and fences and sidewalks. Heck, there’s even a park right across the street. And the facility itself has a nice courtyard with tables and chairs for our little lunches. We haven’t realized how sequestered we’ve been, between busyness, tinted glass, air conditioning, undergound parking, and windowless ICUs. So it feels mighty good to feel the sun and the humid breeze.