I start my days the same everyday; I walk in to the room and clean my hands witch is mandatory, hold Eric’s hands, and then I say; “Hi Eric, it’s Anna-Carin, your wife. Today is [date], you’re at the hospital, you have today been here for X days. Don’t worry, everything is going to be ok, we’ll get through this” and then I say “Eric, squeeze my hand!”, I wait and wait “Squeeze my hand Eric!” I say again. After a while of waiting, I tell him “It’s ok honey, we’ll try tomorrow again. You just rest now ok”. It’s of course a disappointment having to wait longer for Eric to respond. I have this under control, but I can’t deal with thoughts about the future, not yet. The Trauma Surgeon asked me today if I’ve made any rehabilitation plans yet. Rehab? Hey, I’m still in denial…I haven’t thought of this yet. I don’t want to. At least three hours of rehab for X days/months/years, living in a home for special care patients….no thank you…I’m absolute not ready to think about that, not today or tomorrow. I just need Eric to first get off the breathing support to 100%, and then start showing me signs of “waking up”, I’ll deal with the future another day. Perhaps I’ll have enough strengths to deal with that then.
I’d like to thank for everyone’s comments and suggestions on how to move forward with Corporate America. Much appreciated.