Hey people. Here is what I would say about being in the hospital if anyone came to visit me (which I asked people not to do),-- If it wasn't for all the medical stuff, having an unlimited supply of perfect pencil-eraser-sized crunchable ice delivered to me at all hours, and an adjustable bed with as many pillows as I requested, and leg-massaging boots, and cable t.v, was not all that bad. Also hospital gowns are surprisingly soft and comfortable. The food? Well, they try, but no one says, "Oh hey I know,-- let's go eat at the hospital!"
I also kind of liked having the nurses to interact with. I'm very much about moving, being creative, and being outside, and here I was really reduced to an organism for several days, and I wondered how I'd feel; If I'd feel like I'd lost myself a bit. But I realized there is a big part of me that is about others too.
Nurses work 12 hour shifts. For those who've never done this, 12 hours of working on your feet and keeping your energy elevated enough to be plugged in to other people is extremely taxing. I made a point to find out a little about each of my nurses, and make sure they felt appreciated and seen. A couple even came to visit me after being assigned to other floors etc. The thought crossed my mind that this will likely be one of the last things I do in life-- have this kind of interaction. It wasn't a bad feeling.
Then I got to go home after a few days. Nurse Ray took over. The heavy duty pain meds they gave me didn't agree. I only took half doses anyway, but quit them on about my second day home. Not very comfortable, but not horrible either.
An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight
is going on inside me," he said to the boy.
"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One
is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity,
guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority,
and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy,
peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy,
generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going
on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
"Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Annie also took a shift. People brought me Samoas (on the tbl). I couldn't be rude and refuse them. What?...