“This is the resident doctor at the hospital. You must come and get your son immediately. We are not equipped to deal with him here.”
“How can they just change their mind? They can’t just refuse when they’ve already accepted him! Chezky’s supposed to be admitted to the hospital tomorrow!” My voice was reaching panic. “I don’t care if they made a policy change today. Let them change whatever they want tomorrow!”
“Welcome to Covid. The hospital refuses any new admissions as of 11 a.m. today.” Becky’s voice sounded more exhausted than I’d ever heard her before. I could only imagine the chaos Covid was having on her already busy psychiatric practice.
“Everyone’s scrambling,” she continued. “No one knows what’s going on from one day to the next. Meanwhile, they’ve informed me not to bother contacting them about Chezky’s admission. They will contact us when they are ready after Covid.”
After Covid? The pandemic was sweeping across the world, and I was supposed to hang in there until it ended? Schools were canceled, the kids were all home, and Chezky… well, Chezky now thought he was Hashem.
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