I spent a few months in my mother's hospital room, so I appreciate what you say about having an advocate.
Luckily, I have a Harvard professor of orthopedic surgery on call as my brother-in-law, so I'm better off than just about anybody else.
As for the virus, I'm even luckier in that I can't pull the trick of naming someone as my end-of-life agent (I can't remember the correct phrase) so that they can get in the room past the virus restrictions. A friend arranged that for his mother recently and made things much easier for her through outright chicanery.
I'm banged up, but expecting to survive, so no end-of-life hornswoggling of the bureaucracy. Right now I'm just circling in a holding pattern before my triumphant discharge in what I now hope is 4-8 weeks. to real rehab on weight-bearing legs.
Time now to make sure that I have YouTube ready to play the favorite song of this night's nurse. I had no idea that Melanie sang "Brand New Roller Skates," so I was pleased when I found it and saw that she also did "Look What They've Done to My Song"--which was a fairly faithful translation from the French, unlike the Branigan "Gloria," which had no earthly resemblance to the Italian original.
