Hospitals and Old Men

May 22, 2013 at 10:22 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

Thankfully, these two things are not related (at least not in this post).

I know three different women who are undergoing surgeries or procedures in hospitals today, in three different states.  The one in Louisville has already come out of it and seems to be doing just fine, so long as she doesn’t share any embarrassing details of her sex life with her mother as she’s all doped up on the ride home.  A family member in Houston who has already faced way, way too many surgeries and health issues to count is going through yet another surgery today and will likely be in the hospital for the next five days or so.  Luckily, she’s one of the strongest women I know and I have no doubt she’ll prove that yet again with this latest trial.  Lastly, an old high school friend of mine in Florida is undergoing surgery to remove her breast today after she was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.  She’s also very resilient and I know she’ll pull through this just fine.  She’s got a 6-year-old daughter and it reminds me of when my own mother battled breast cancer in her mid-30’s.  My sister and I did shots of tequila with her in Mexico to celebrate her 20th anniversary of being cancer free and I’m sure my old friend will one day be able to do the same with her own girl.

Just because my Papa likes lighthouses. And it’s an appropriate picture for today.

In the midst of all this anxiety, there are also things to celebrate.  My grandfather (my mom’s dad) is turning 85-years-young today.  Sure, he’s not as spry and agile as he used to be but he’s got vitality in his own way and he’ll get riled up to prove it.  My Papa is one of my favorite people (even when he’s being a cantankerous old grouch) and he’s taught me so much in the time I’ve been able to share with him.  For instance, I put a little bit of sugar into my tomato based dishes as it takes away some of the acidity and makes the whole thing sweeter – apparently all of my family does this because of him.  He also taught me the easiest way to crack and egg and that torn pieces of bread placed in a bowl and doused with milk and sugar makes a fairly decent breakfast cereal (don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it).  Besides some culinary tricks of the trade, my Papa also taught me most of what I know about family.  He worked hard all his life to provide for his wife and six children and he loves all of us, including his nine grandchildren and five great-grandchildren, as much as anyone possibly could.  If he had his way he would give us every cent to his name and have us all living within 10 feet of his house.  He may not get around as well as he used to but I talk to him 3 to 4 times a week and he’s as sharp as he ever was.  I hope I’m as smart as he is when I’m 85.

I wish I could be with all three of my female friends and my grandpa today but unfortunately, I have yet to discover the secrets of breaking the space/time continuum.  Which means I’m stuck in my office.  However I’ll be thinking of everyone today and sending them all my love and healthy thoughts, as well as checking in as often as I can.  If you could put out a few good and positive vibes as well, we would all appreciate it!

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Hospital Happenings

November 16, 2011 at 9:51 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

So today I’m hanging out in a hospital.  Everything’s fine and I’m not even here for myself – apparently having a significant other means taking the day off of work when they have an outpatient procedure done and spending that well-earned vacation day in a sterile reception room.  Not that I’m complaining, because if the tables were turned I would damn well expect my boyfriend to be here for me.  Besides, he’s getting all doped up and for some reason the law prohibits him driving in that condition.  His procedure is very basic and just being done as a precaution but that doesn’t make my day in the hospital any more enjoyable.  In fact, it reminds me just how much I hate hospitals to begin with.

This would be more entertaining if I had some Legos

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but my sister actually works in one of these places.  She’s not the only person I know who’s crazy enough to do such a thing.  This means that they voluntarily wake up each day and spend all of their time around gurneys, needles, antiseptics and those indecent hospital gowns.  I understand that about as much as I understand the desire to stick metal hooks in someone’s back and hang from the ceiling but I guess since hospitals are not a part of my chosen career path, it doesn’t really matter.  Besides all of the stress, anxiety, pain and worry I feel in these places, the food in the cafeteria just plain sucks.  I just had eggs, two biscuits and some hash browns and I’ll just say that the taste left something to the imagination.  In fact, it left everything to the imagination and lots and lots of pepper.  I guess that’s what I get for $4.

So here I sit, watching the Wendy Williams (who is this broad?) show in the waiting room.  In a pleasant surprise, the chairs here are actually recliners and if I weren’t so keenly aware of being in a building where people are losing and restoring their lives, I’d probably try to take a nap.  Instead, I’ll play on my laptop and enjoy my new book club book while trying to avoid going back to the cafeteria.  And listen to Wendy Williams dish about Kim Kardashian in the background (by the way, the sassy black lady next to me is convinced Wendy Williams is a drag queen).  Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a morphine drip!

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Little Miss Sis

July 7, 2011 at 10:16 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

I know I’ve spoken once or twice about my little sister, as I’m kinda sorta fond of her.  Most of the time.  We’re incredibly different people and we still manage to get along but every now and then I just shake my head in wonder at her.  Last night was one of those times, as she once again proved me to me how tough she really is.

This is as close as I'll get to ever wearing one of these.

I’m not going to get into specifics but she works in a hospital and does things on a daily basis that I cannot fathom trying to do myself.  I’ll go ahead and say it – she’s stronger than I am in a lot of ways.  Not physically of course (I’ll always be able to kick her ass) but when it comes to medical and health stuff, she deals much better than I.  Whereas I’m typically a messy lump that tries to hide in corner when I get within 10 blocks of any hospital, she’s the one who jumps right in and does what needs to be done.  And I think she’s pretty tough stuff for doing what she does.

It’s weird to say that I’m proud of her because this is the same girl who used to carry worms around in her purse.  But I am proud of her and I respect what she does for a living.  I’m a cubicle rat who pushes buttons and papers all day long but she deals in real life and death situations on a daily basis.  I actually admire her for everything she does, especially since I’m aware I’d never be able to handle it myself.

My sister is kind of like a super hero and I’m glad I know her, let alone get to call her family.  If I was ever in a hospital I’d want her by my side and not just because she might sneak me in chocolate.  And if you’re ever unlucky enough to find yourself needing a hospital in the Southern Indiana area just let me know – I’ve got a referral for ya!

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May Book Club Review

May 19, 2011 at 10:34 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

I was here

Our book club numbers have sadly been dwindling lately, as it seems everyone has gotten busier than we anticipated.  Last week there were a whopping three of us who showed up for our monthly meeting but in some ways that was kind of nice.  We met at La Creperie and it was my first time visiting the French-styled bistro restaurant.  If you don’t know much about crepes…well, you should.  They’re pretty amazing.  They’re typically made in both sweet and savory varieties, with the sweet being more like a dessert and the savory more like an entrée.  I split the Ratatouille savory crepe with one of the book club ladies and she had the brilliance to add in a bit of goat cheese to the standard zucchini, eggplant, onion, peppers and tomatoes.  It was delicious.  We then split a sweet crepe stuffed with banana and Nutella, which was equally as delicious though in a very different way.  Throw in a warm spring day, large glass of wine, book, good company and the obligatory guy playing an accordion in the courtyard and you’ve got quite the night.

Speaking of books, there was some literary discussion as well.  We read Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese.  It’s about twins who

Two thumbs up

are the product of an Indian nun mother and British surgeon father.  They grow up in Ethiopia and the story chronicles their lives from birth (literally) to death.  It was a little longer than what we typically read for book club so I had to up my speed reader skills just a bit, but in the end I was glad I did.  While it was a little difficult to get into immediately, I found myself totally immersed in the story before I knew it.  I laughed, I cried and it was one of those books that I simultaneously didn’t want to end but was in a hurry to finish.  Some of the historical bits were a little confusing though, mostly because my knowledge of the political history of Ethiopia is pretty much nonexistent.  Since the entire novel took place in or around hospitals, there were also more than a few terms and descriptions that were a bit over my head.  All in all though, this is one of those books that I think I’ll be reading again.

Speaking of hospitals, Dad’s still on the mend.  We’re still waiting on all results to come back but my sister will be flying down there today and I’ll be down there in two weeks.  Not exactly the circumstances I’d like for a visit but I’m already ready to go!

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