Nurse Patty from the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit called me. She said mom was waiting by the phone, but very restless and anxious today. She switched me to the line for the phone next to mom. Mom answered the phone. We talked for about ten minutes. Mom was very sad. She said she thinks that […]
I called to try to talk to mom, but was told that she was asleep. It’s so disappointing to not get to talk to her on a regular basis. I talked to my mom pretty much every single day for the first 38 1/2 years of my life. To suddenly go for days and days […]
I talked to mom at the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit this morning. She sounded really, really good. She wasn’t exactly ready to take on the world or anything, but she was alert and lucid. She told me that she still had not received any books. (My uncle — her brother — had told me he […]
I tried calling the common room at the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit, since that seemed to give me the best chance of getting someone who could get mom on the phone. The line just rang and rang for a solid minute, and then someone clearly picked up the telephone and just started randomly hitting buttons […]
My wife asked me to send her the phone numbers I had for the hospital, because she wanted to attempt to speak to my mother. Here is the email I sent her: Dear [name redacted], The “common room” is the day room where mom can talk on the phone. She’s almost never there by default, […]
I called Stewart-Marchman and Julie answered the phone. I asked if I could talk to my mom and she put me on hold for ten full minutes. Then I heard ringing on the other end of the line, and a tech answered and said he’d bring mom to the phone. A few minutes later Nurse […]
I called the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit and left a message for Connie Wade.
I called the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit to talk to mom, and an unidentified man answered the phone. He told me he would get her, and then put the phone down on a table or desk or something. For ten minutes — I timed it on my iPhone — I listened to the sounds of […]
I called to try to talk to mom in her room at the Halifax Hospital Psychiatric Unit. A “tech” named Wayne told me that she was asleep and I should try calling again at nine o’clock (Eastern time).
Incredibly I was able to talk to mom for about fifteen minutes this afternoon. She was scared out of her mind, scared to pieces, really. But we did talk — about my son (her first grandson), about the Super Bowl, about how scary a place Stewart-Marchman was, etc. Maybe she is going to pull out […]