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Pink Elephants - Lloyd Negoescu
Pink Elephants: Escape from the
Loony Bin
by
Lloyd Negoescu
Copyright © 2017 by Lloyd Negoescu
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the
express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
First Printing: 2017
ISBN# 978-1-365-76125-6
6 Summer Road
Flemington, New Jersey 08822-7072
www.lloydnegoescu@comcast.net
One
Mrs. Gipe and the Medical Merry-go-round
...No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee...
John Donne from Meditation 17, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions
Lloyd was angry on so many levels. It was February 1965 and leaving his family for his next impending admission to a hospital 2 and half hours from home was not making him any happier. He was frightened over the possibility of the girl that he had only been exploring
at night, would get pregnant. At 14, he didn’t understand that in his condition, he was incapable of getting anyone pregnant. He was tired of constantly answering the same question, What happened to you?
And, tired that he had answered the same way each time, I was shot.
His thoughts of being shot
were like ancient water-drip torture. I was shot! I was shot! I was shot! Each repeat reminded him that he had to be cool, and show no emotion, while exploding with every internal intonation. Such thoughts cannot leave a mind unscathed.
The night before his admission, Lloyd spent like so many before. In bitter torment he cried himself to sleep. A broken heap of dislocated hips, a curved spine, bed sores and raging infections he whimpered, Why me, Goddammit!?
Lloyd was no saint. Swearing was not foreign to him. He wasn’t a cute kid by any measure. He had thin straggly brown hair and his nose was long and thin with a bulbous tip that nearly touched his chin. He was well into his acne stage. His face was a canvas of measle-pocked red spots with all the pimples he had. He was teased incessantly by other children, which brought nothing less than outright hostility from him, his voice being his greatest defense. The school bus driver, who had often overheard him, had already warned him that he’d be put off the bus if …you don’t watch your language!
Lloyd swore like his father, a hardened farmer turned businessman, but only to his contemporaries. He always turned on the charm to his elders, like a New England bookworm, Yes, please.
No, thank you
. It was a bitter lesson he had learned painstakingly from his abusive older brother. He hated the routine, but was smart enough to know you have to show deference to those in control.
He was instructed by his stepmother Lila to only pack a small bag when he left home at 7am that bitterly cold morning in February 1965. With remnants of snow from a recent storm still on the ground, the two-hour drive was slow and arduous. Throughout, Lila, driving the car, was as cold and distant as the landscape they passed. Lloyd had been a thorn in her side for far too long, and she was relieved the day had finally arrived for his admission to the Crippled Children's hospital in Elizabethtown, Pa.
They were alone and as she drove, she droned on and on about how this move would benefit the entire family. With his repeated hospitalizations, she constantly accused Lloyd of draining the family on many levels, most especially financially.
Lloyd, you know admitting you in this hospital will be better for you and us! Don't be sad, chin-up! Show some maturity! Do as your told, and don't give the nurses or doctors a hard time!
Lila always considered herself a deeply religious woman. Being married to Lloyd’s father, a handsome philanderer who cursed constantly didn’t show much evidence of that. She always said her prayers kneeling beside the bed at night, and never missed Mass on Sunday. Something in the deepest recesses of Lloyd’s brain kept reminding him that he had a much closer relationship with her when he was younger. That was his only consolation for the constant barrage of abuse she doled out on a daily basis.
Before the accident
, she taught him songs and took him places. She was beautiful and vibrant back then, a model with great potential. She and Lloyd’s father were living together in Allentown, Penna. That was before Lloyd was injured and before she discovered that his father had 4 other children at home waiting for their father to return to New Jersey.
Lloyd’s father didn’t tell Lila about his children at the beginning of their relationship. He knew she was far too traditional to ever get involved with a married man. When Lila fell head over heels for him and the existence of Lloyd’s family was finally revealed, Lloyd’s father convinced her he would never have to take custody of his four children. His father was wrong about that.
It was shortly before 9am when Lila and Lloyd finally arrived at the outer gate of the hospital. The road leading to the institution wound through a thick forest with towering trees that spoke volumes of the age of the area. Though access to the building was clearly marked and the road leading to it well cared for, driving up the lane of thick vegetation was evidence enough that this place and its inhabitants were meant to remain excluded. The institution's distance from his home also informed Lloyd that he was being dispensed with in a manner unlike other hospital stays.
Well within the deepest part of the woodland, the driveway opened up to a circular courtyard with what appeared like a large fountain area in the middle, now overgrown with shrubs and weeds, it was hard to tell what it was originally intended to be. There was a row of sectioned apartments on a hill to the left, and the main building with its wide stone patio leading to an ornate entrance stood majestically to the right. Despite its very visible wear, its overgrown moss and mold, it was easy for Lloyd to assume that at one time this monstrous structure and its surrounding lush flora could have been someone's palatial estate. He learned later that in its early days it was used as an insane asylum.
Whoever designed it had creative ideas on how to treat the disabled. On either side of the central vestibule, the wings of the large gothic structure were lined with windows, high and low. With lights on, tall glass doors with their own balconies revealed metal post beds and scurrying activity within.
A male orderly greeted them. Not at the large, sculptured door in front. He motioned for them from the right to follow a slippery path to a much smaller door down and away from the front of the building. The orderly’s rough-worn, short-sleeved, starched white shirt, white starched pants with a stiff crease down the middle, black shoes and black belt revealed a strict discipline. Without speaking, he stood holding the door open, and gestured Lloyd and Lila to enter. He didn't appear the type to smile much, but was kindly, and although diminutive in stature, exuded great strength.
Once inside, the orderly remained quiet, only communicating in gestures as he led them up an inclined narrow dark hallway to a landing and an old elevator at the opposite end. Lloyd and Lila felt as though they were entering a tomb. Sweat dripped from large exposed pipes overhead and had already formed puddles on each side of the narrow passage. The environment seemed familiar to Lloyd. It reminded him of other hospital basements he'd seen. At 4 feet 9 inches, hunched over and walking in a gangly 4-point style, he was careful to keep his crutches perpendicular to the floor to avoid slipping on the heavily moldy and uneven concrete.
The air was cool but very dank and musky. Lila and the orderly moved forward as Lloyd struggled to keep up. His gait was slow and awkward as he crept toward the large gray metal doors and Lila and the orderly who were already waiting for him beside them. Long before reaching them he could hear the clang of grinding gears as the man pushed the button on the wall to call the old conveyor box. Lila whispered to the orderly about how challenging Lloyd was to her.
He's really put me through the mill!
The orderly acknowledged that she said something, but only nodded. He had heard it all before. What bothered him was that older family members always said things like that within earshot of their children. Lila did that a lot. What started as her being challenged by Lloyd’s disability, quickly deteriorated into outright embarrassment to her in public. She wasn’t entirely to blame for her feelings. She had no idea what she bargained for when she fell in love with his father. As much as he tried, Lloyd had not grown immune to her feeble attempts to relieve that mortification of him around other people. As often as it occurred, it still stung.
After what may have seemed like endless moments to the man and Lila, the time it took the elevator to descend was ample for Lloyd to reach the landing. Finally, just as he was approaching it, the box arrived and came to an abrupt stop. The two outer opposing doors opened slowly revealing a sunken floor, where the box did not stop flush with the basement, and large folding-latticed brass-metal gate doors inside.
As though choreographed over time, and in unison with the elevator's arrival, the man uttered his first words to them. Watch your step. The elevator never stops where it should.
Stepping down to enter the cab was no easy task, but Lloyd received no help from Lila or the orderly. He wasn't surprised that Lila remained distant. He did expect some assistance from the orderly though. The elevator cab was badly beaten and very shaky. The box was scratched and dented from being in service far beyond its years. It had shown so much wear that from its midsection to the floor it was hard to determine what color it was originally painted.
The orderly pulled the latticed doors open and held the outer gray doors until Lloyd was in and planted against the back wall. Then, the orderly slammed the brass doors shut and allowed the outer doors to close on their own. Once encased in the man-made tomb, the strong smell of urine seared Lloyd and Lila’s nostrils. Overexposed, the orderly showed no sign of discomfort. Lila, however, was already beginning to recoil in disgust.
The orderly lifted the ends of the latticed gate, placed the hook of each carefully in the slot, and pushed the button. Nothing happened. Then, he pulled the inside doors back and placed them again, slamming them a little harder in the slot this time. He feverishly pushed the button. Still nothing. Lila and Lloyd stood motionless; eyes fixed forward, anxiously waiting for something to happen. Lila wanted to comment, but like Lloyd, was a captive audience. The box refused to move. The orderly cursed it under his breath, pushed the button a few more times, but the cab refused to move even when commanded. Lloyd was too scared to be amused, but watching Lila’s transfixed attention on the elevator button, he had a modicum of pleasure imagining Lila's level of disdain.
The orderly kept pushing the button as though varying intensities would make the frail wires connect. Giving up on the starter button, he readjusted the folding metal gate again to be sure it locked. Once he was satisfied he had done all he could, he pushed the button for the first floor again. This time you could hear the current connection.
Crack!
Contact was made and they began their rickety ascent. Lila breathed a sigh of relief. After what seemed like an eternity of spits and starts, the elevator ascended to the first floor.
When the elevator stopped, they were warned once again by the orderly to watch their step with the uneven elevator and floor level. With the orderly holding the outer elevator doors open, Lila gingerly stepped out, then Lloyd. They were both reluctant to leave their boxed sanctuary. What they encountered was a bizarre bee-like frenzy of activity. It was immediately evident to Lloyd and Lila that this was the origin of the acrid urine smell. The stench was nearly overwhelming. Walking with crutches you don’t have the luxury of cupping your nostrils. Lloyd almost choked. Lila buried her face in one hand in her futile attempt to filter the air. Inside, Lila smiled knowing this was a repository for all the miscreants and ne'er-do-wells of society, of which Lloyd would now join.
The area they stepped out upon was large, at least 30 feet square, with a 20 foot ceiling, Heavy oval lights hung from the ceiling on long, thin poles. The floor, a faded black and tan check linoleum was clean, but showed severe wear. A younger male voice could be heard in the distance.
Fuck you!
An older feminine voice closer to them was growing frustrated. You better watch yur language!
The older voice spoke in what seemed like a southern twang. She spoke with authority, and her language carried with it an ominous tone. In clear defiance and even louder, the younger male shouted,
Fuck You!
There was scurrying foot movement, a voluminous splash and then a scream from the younger male.
You fuckin’ bitch!
People scattered as a bedpan, thrown from the source of the scream, crashed just beyond Lloyd and Lila.
BOINNNG!
Both Lila and Lloyd jumped, but the orderly immediately sprang into action. He grabbed the still rolling bedpan and disappeared into the next room. There were some scuffling and muffled curses. Lila was horrified. Lloyd was at least relieved to see that the bedpan was clean. With the voices quieted, it wasn't long before the orderly returned, this time a bit more disheveled than before. He directed Lloyd to a small room to the left, but they had to wait for stretchers and wheelchairs of varying makes and models to disperse just to move forward.
There was a small desk, incongruous with the huge surroundings, with an even smaller lamp, which shed a bright light on it, wedged in the far left corner. It faced a window that opened a view into a larger, longer room with many beds to the left. Straight ahead were two rooms, one on each side of a hallway leading to a bathroom. Various other windows, smaller rooms and a hallway leading to another long L
shaped room with beds were to the right.
One of the nurses on duty greeted them, took Lloyd’s little bag and led him to a small tiled bathroom to the left.
This is our bathing room.
She was kind, but she wasn't very old and experienced enough to be the brains behind this outfit. Well spoken, she also wasn't the source of that southern twang Lloyd heard earlier.
Everyone is bathed upon admission.
Lloyd was to learn this was not a bad idea considering the conditions and environments these patients called home.
The bathing room had a huge sink on one side, an immaculately clean tiled floor and an enormous oval tub. The tub was at least 3 foot wide and 6 feet long and rose high on a tiled platform in the center of the room. Alongside the tub was an equally long and wide stainless steel changing table, also meticulously clean. The young Nurse instructed Lloyd to sit atop the changing table and remove all his clothes. The orderly was filling the tub and adding the right amount of soap crystals. Lila was pleased because this was her opportunity to exit.
Now, be good, Lloyd. Listen to the nurses and the doctors.
Wrapping her arms around Lloyd with only a cursory hug, she left. Lloyd was relieved to see her go. As with most hospital admissions, his independence began when his family relinquished control. This was also a chance to get to know the orderly.
The orderly assisted him into the tub as Lloyd decided to break the ice.
Excuse me, Sir. What is your name?
The orderly was shocked that one of his kids could speak so well, but he kept his answer short.
Danny.
Danny was in his early to mid 30’s. He was short, with strong arms and just enough hair to cover his head. He was very kind, but a man with few words and would either assist Lloyd when he was certain his request was too difficult for him to fulfill, or he would instruct him on exactly what to do, so there was nothing left to confusion.
This approach was impressive to Lloyd. He was accustomed to people who either stumbled and stammered, or were openly repulsed by him to care. Lloyd was only too familiar that people with disabilities often refer to the reaction of normal
people at the sight of them as though they were witnessing a Cyclops for the first time, even the people encountered in the medical field. Clearly this was a routine Danny had performed numerous times. Meeting people like Danny was refreshing to Lloyd.
After stripping down, Lloyd had his temperature taken and was told that after his bath he would be weighed. Danny left briefly and returned with a stretcher. Behind him there was a bustling motion out in the foyer. The sound increased as the commotion outside reached the bathroom doorway. Despite his exposure, Lloyd nonchalantly turned toward the door and the source of the clamor, but couldn’t believe what appeared framed by the opening. It was one of the most frightening visions he had ever seen. Completely unnerved by the sight, twisted, he froze in place.
The object was human, but the only way Lloyd could make out the sex of the individual standing before him was that the figure wore a white-skirted uniform. Femininity was not her long suit however. She was tall, well over 5 feet 5 inches, and appeared formidable. She had very little hair, and what little there was of it, straight and limp, it was shabbily pushed to one side. She wore a small, almost absent nurse’s cap on the farthest rear part of the crown of her skull.
Her face was grotesque; clearly the effects of anger for far too many years — years were equally evident on a face that expressed obvious pain. A pair of younger nurses, obvious sycophants, flanked her, clearly people who agreed with her on every issue and carried out her smallest wish without question.
Her head stood atop a huge torso that was almost perfectly round and protruded forward from the rest of her body, as though her back was arched to balance the bulging glob atop her spindly legs. She had almost no neck at all, no breasts — nothing but her protruding belly. From Lloyd’s vantage, she appeared nearly as round as she was tall. And, below this hefty sphere, sticking out from beneath her cloaked white sheet, two thin sticks that ran a long distance, stopped at two wide flat platforms with shoes that flopped and slapped aggressively against the floor with every step. Her gait could only be perceived by imagining a leaned-back, potbellied stove, atop rickety branches, anchored by colossal webbed flippers moving from side to side.
She glared at Lloyd. Without a hint of kindness, she stood leaning backward, her piercing eyes fixed squarely on his. With almost total loss of control, Lloyd started to shake, as if cold. Once she was certain she held his attention, she moved quickly into the bathing room as