EPILOGUE
AND SO, LOVE
ONE
Although every medical expert who paraded by Tammy’s bed in the next many weeks-bone-specialists and skull-specialists, gastroenterologists and just good old-fashioned nurses-invariably pronounced the opinion that she was a ‘very lucky woman to be alive’ there were many painful days and nights in that time of slow, slow recovery when she did not feel remotely lucky.
Quite the reverse. There were times, especially at night, when she thought she was as far from unmended as she’d been when Todd had first pulled her out of the car. Why else did she hurt so much? They gave her painkillers of course, in mind-befuddling amounts, but even when she’d just taken the pills or been given the injection, and the first rush of immunity from pain was upon her, she could still feel the agony pacing up and down just beyond the perimeter of her nerves’ inured state, waiting for a crack to appear in the wall so that it could get back in and hurt her again.
She was in the Intensive Care Unit at Cedars-Sinai for the first seventy-two hours, but as soon as she was deemed fit to be removed from the ICU, her insurance company demanded she be taken to the LA County Hospital, where she could be looked after at fifty percent of the price. She was in no state to defend herself, of course, and would have undoubtedly been transferred had Maxine not stepped in and made her presence felt. Maxine was close friends with several of the Hospital Board, and made it clear that she would unleash all manner of legal demons if anyone even thought of moving Mrs. Lauper when she was in such a delicate state. The hospital authorities responded quickly. Tammy kept her bed, complete with a private room, at Cedars-Sinai. Maxine made it her business to be sure that the room was filled with fresh orchids every day, and that fresh three-layer chocolate cake from Lady Jane’s on Melrose was brought in at three every afternoon.
“I want you well,” she instructed Tammy during one of her first visits after Tammy had been released from ICU. “I have a list of dinner parties lined up for the two of us that will take every weekend for the next year at least. Shirley MacLaine called me; claimed she’d had a vision of Todd passing over, wearing a powder blue suit. I didn’t like to spoil the poor old biddy’s illusions so I told her that was exactly what he was wearing. Just as a matter of interest what was he wearing?”
“Jeans and a hard-on,” Tammy replied. “He’d torn up his T-shirt for bandages.” Her voice was still weak, but some of its old music was starting to come back, day by day.
“Well, I’ll leave you to tell her that. And then there’s all these friends of Todd’s who want to meet you — ”
“Why?”
“Because I told them about what an extraordinary woman you are.” Maxine said. “So you’d better start to get seriously well. As soon as you’re ready to be moved I want you to come down and stay with me in Malibu.”
“That’d be too much trouble for you.”
“That’s exactly what I need right now,” Maxine replied, without irony. “Too much trouble. The moment I stop to think … that’s when things get out of hand.”
Luckily, Tammy didn’t have that problem. In addition to the heavy doses of painkillers she was still being given, she was getting some mild tranquilizers. Her thoughts were dreamy, most of the time; nothing seemed quite real.
“You’re a very resilient woman,” her doctor, an intense, prematurely-bald young fellow called Martin Zondel observed one morning, while scanning Tammy’s chart. “It usually takes people twice as long as it’s taking you to bounce back from these kinds of injuries.”
“Am I bouncing? I don’t feel like I’m bouncing.”
“Well perhaps bouncing is too strong a word, but you’re doing just fine!”
It was a period of firsts. The first trip out of bed, as far as the window. The first trip out of bed, as far as the door. The first trip out of bed as far as the en-suite bathroom. The first trip outside, even if it was just to look at the construction workers on the adjacent lot, putting up the new research block for the hospital. Maxine and Tammy ogled the men for a while.