First, I thought I was having a heart attack. I wasn't. That's good, right?
Well, not so much.
I had a gangrenous gall bladder. Hurts like a heart attack that doesn't go away. It is gone now and I will get better but it will take a while. In the mean time it hurts. A lot.
Anyway, I don't want to talk about the pain. I want to talk about the hospital experience. How nurses are angels among us. How the food sucks.... a lot. How my family stepped up to the plate. How Son's girl intervened on my behalf. She's one of those angels, ie a nurse. How DD dropped everything to be with me. How Son told the Gall Bladder doctors to send a letter to the heart doctors who should have never ever sent me home. How DH is depending on his kids as adults for the first time in his life. How I can see DH is scared half to death but is trying to be brave. How he wants to help but doesn't know what to do.
I met one of our former students in hospital this week. She was the nurse floor manager. I didn't have her myself but I had her older brother. She was so happy to see me and I was so proud of her. What a bonus when a teacher sees and hears about students' accomplishments. It doesn't happen often.
I didn't meet any hospital employee who wasn't kind or nice or fun to talk to or interested in me. And you weren't just a number either.
I know this because Sis was in the same hospital for a small procedure and we had the same post op nurse who remembered me when Sis mentioned my name. Plus another nurse told her I'm not old. I really like that one!
If you have to go to the hospital, I'm not saying it will be fun or you will enjoy yourself. I am saying you'll be among people who really care about others. What more could we ask for?
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