Chapter 59

Back in my room, I was doubly pissed now... how the fuck could I tell D that I was appearing in court on our babies due date.... I stared out the window planning my best plan of action and decided to just out with the truth. All I could do was have my ma on stand by for the baby's arrival just in case, and I prayed my appearance in court would not be too long.

my mind was so focused on how I was gonna tell D, I did not here my Doc come in. "Good Afternoon Jon, Terri tells me you want to see me?"
I jumped as she spoke, then collected my myself and focused on what I wanted to say to her.
"yeah, I did, I do..."
"so go head, although I have some idea what this could be about."
She stood leaning with her back against the wall.
For the first time in forever I stood to address her, perching my butt on the window ledge, it made me feel not so intimidated as when I was sat down.
"thing is Doc, I've been speaking to my wife, and well she is so close to giving birth, keeping her calm right now is the most important thing to me." I paused waiting for her reply, she looked on but said nothing still clutching the clip board she carried tight to her chest. "but, and that's the thing see, she aint calm, she's stressed, know why?"
Still doc said nothing, and now I was getting more pissed by the second, my Italian temper, that I had managed to keep in check so far, now took hold as I spat my last few words, "as your not saying anything I'll fucking tell you, its because of you. You have told my wife that there is not way on earth I will be home for my babies arrival?, where the fuck do you get off telling my wife that?, if it is anyone's job that's mine. You have broken the professional code of conduct for Dr's here and now I ant a fucking good reason why you've done that."

Doc finally moved, and stood just close to the end of the bed, she placed her clip board on the bed table, then leaning forward she spoke.
"Jon." catching my stink eye, she started again. "Mr Bongiovi, your wife came to see me a week ago, she wanted my professional opinion on you attending and being present at the birth, she told me despite your promises she was worried not just for herself and the baby, but for you and your immune system and your overall fitness. I broke no professional conduct as I was addressing concerns of your next of kin."
"Right and that means you tell her I wont be fucking fit enough to be there does it?"
"Mr Bongiovi, you have increased your fitness level and worked hard to achieve all you have, but your body is really only 80% fixed at this time. Your immunity levels are low and you stand a huge risk to everyone right now if you ignore my advice, you will find yourself back in hospital and set your recovery back 50%, If I did not advise you of what you could face, well then as you say I would be neglectful of doing my job."
I was in full flow and carried on, "but babies are born in sterile units right?"
"Yes, but germs are still present, its those germs that you being exposed too makes you so vulnerable."
"So what's the difference between being here and going from room to re- hab than being in the birthing unit?"
"Its simple, you are not being taken outside first Mr Bongiovi, you are within the hospital confines."
"so your telling me I cannot be at my child's birth?"
"no not at all Mr Bongiovi, if you wish to jeopardise your recovery, then you must do as you see fit."
"Look, can't I take extra vitamins to help me fight these bugs and germs?"
"there's nothing more we can give, you are taking the highest dose possible right now of your vitamins, the issue as I keep saying is your weakened immune system."
She paused waiting for my next onslaught, but I think at last it was now sinking in to my thick skin. when I did speak this time it was about my subpoena and appearing in court.
"There is no way you can attend at this time, with your immune system it could be fatal, if you have the order I will contact the police and the courts and advise them that you will not be attending court." I handed the Doc the documents.
I felt bad that I had now let my temper get the better of me, and bad that I had spoken to the Doc in the way I did, but my Italian pride would not bend to let me apologise, so I mumbled a very meek thanks instead.
Back sitting on the bed, I sat again as I started staring out of the window thinking on my next course of action and now that I had to back track on D giving birth to our baby and that I was gonna miss the special event.