Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
This morning while Annie B and I were taking a walk, a crow dropped a walnut on my head. When I told Irene, she said I should go back with a hammer and break walnuts for the crows to eat. She said then the crows would be our friends, follow me home, hang out with us.
Of course no one in our house is in their right mind at the moment.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
"On a scale of 1 to 10 what's your pain level?"
Later in the waiting room I said, "Don't ever say 5 again or you'll never be seen."
Irene: "What should I say?"
Me: "7. Always say 7."
During the next 30 hours while waiting in a hospital bed for a surgeon Irene said "7" every time she was asked about pain and they'd adjust her meds accordingly.
36 hours later when she was waking up in recovery after surgery the nurse said, "How old are you?"
Me: "No, she's 68."
Irene: What, are you trying to get me killed?"
Friday, August 22, 2008
And we managed the whole event with only a couple of near fisticuffs with the "charge nurse". We asked the 1st nurse (after 24 hours) if she had any time when surgery would be. She called for reinforcements and hence the "charge nurse", or Nurse Rachett as we fondly call her. When we asked her the same question about time she went ballistic.
"If this is inconvenient to you, if eating is more important than your health, (?) if you haven't learned by now that waiting is part of the plan. There are sicker people than you, you know." By then everyone was upset. Nurse R. said, "well, if you're going to be mad at me, I'm out of here. And your surgery will be sooner or later!" With that she was gone.
Everyone has said I must file a complaint. I must! So I started thinking how I'll write this long articulate letter with all the details, send it off. Then I started thinking, What if one of us ends up having surgery again sometime? What if we end up on 2 West during the 2:30 PM shift? What then?