Everything is good, but what a strange night last night was.
Got the call from Penn at around 5ish yesterday that my bed was ready, and after a great day of shopping for the baby, I took Otis for a walk in the rain, packed up the car, had my daily shot of whiskey, and headed over to the hospital.
At around 7pm we boarded the elevator in the Rhoads Pavilion to head up to my room. I noticed right away another couple on the elevator with us. They were dressed oddly for a rainy Philadelphia night–he wearing a bolo tie, she these giant rhinestone-trimmed eyeglasses that suggested Boca Raton or the South Shore of Long Island. And, they must have been big fans of Johnny Cash, the man in black, as they both looked like they were heading to a funeral. He carried a wooden case that I figured was for a trumpet, or maybe even an accordion. Were they a family act that traveled from hospital to hospital across the land to entertain bored patients? Was my night going to be filled with the musical stylings of Johnny Cash on the trumpet, or even worse, a night of chemo patients doing the polka?
Since Jacq is very large these days, we are used to people striking up conversation with us wherever we go. “When are you due…?” “What are you having…?” “I’ll bet my house that your baby has a giant nose…” This particular elevator ride was no different. The woman in the rhinestone glasses immediately chatted us up. She was in good spirits, friendly in a way that might make us city-folks a bit uncomfortable.
WARNING: THE STORY GETS PRETTY GRISLY HERE ON OUT. SO IF YOU ARE EXPECTING OR HAVE A WEAK STOMACH YOU MAY WANT TO STOP READING HERE AND SKIP TO THE ALTERNATE ENDING
Once the rhinestone-glassed woman realized that we too were on our way up to Rhoads 7, she felt the need to share with us (why, WE DO NOT KNOW!) that they were funeral directors, coming to the hospital to retrieve the fetus of a patient on our floor who had just miscarried. The box, it turns out, did not contain a musical instrument, but would be used to… well you know what it was for.
We were mortified. Not normally short on words, I didn’t know what to say. Jacqui, equally quick with a quip, managed to blurt out something like, “I am really glad you shared that with me.” The folks in black said nothing more, sauntered off the elevator, and disappeared down the hall to do their sad and grisly business.
I checked in with the nurse, got Jacqui into our room, and immediately retold our crazy story to the nurses and doctors at the front desk. They were mortified, and to their credit, did an incredible job protecting us and reassuring us (without violating HIPAA rules) for the rest of the night and into today. We were both very upset (obviously), and I told Jacqui that we should leave. We cried a little, and decided that it was best to stay on schedule, and within a few minutes we managed to crack a few jokes about the whole crazy situation. Within an hour, we realized that what had happened was so outrageous and bizarre, that we were laughing and back to focusing on the important matters at hand–delymphomatization and a healthy baby-to-be.
The nurses, who today were still enraged at what had transpired, have let hospital administrators know what went on (as I will as well), so that we are sure that this never happens again, and that the accordion playing, fetus gathering, funeral directors know that they are not welcomed in this hospital.
ALTERNATE ENDING: THE COUPLE IN BLACK WISHED US WELL, PLAYED A FEW POLKA TUNES, AND HEADED BACK ON THE ROAD TO WISH OTHER PREGNANT COUPLES ALL THE BEST.
8 thoughts on “The Trumpet Box?”
The City of Boca Raton wishes you a speedy recovery and invites you to visit our growing intellectual community throughout Palm Beach County. I hope after your visit you will reconsider your remarks about Boca Raton. Mayor
To the Mayor of Boca.Hairdos and rhinstone glasses add to the intellectual stimulation of your city. Take away these trappings and what do you have nothing? Mike, you need to publish your blog, it is to good not to share with the entire world.It can only help those who can’t deal . Your blog is admirable , funny and especially amazing. Jacqui I give you credit for not vomiting on their heads in the elevator.
1. This story definitely beats my “our car was rear-ended on the way to the hospital” story.2. So were your elevator companions telling the truth, albeit tastelessly, or were they just raving nuts?3. If you get nurse Ashley, you are in good hands. Please tell her Joshua says hello.
Where on earth do you find people like that? You guys handled the elevator ride better than I would. I’ll take notes from you guys on this one.
“Hello, I’m Johnny Casket….”
dar michael & Jacqui..have been reading your blogs & hope you get this messagehave been told by your mother that I have not been answering correctly..Our thoughts & well wishes have been with you both..Jacqui you look fantastic..your belly looks beautiful..Michael with all you are going through I think you also look handsome..Will call you soon so that we can chit chat..love you both anita & Jerry
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