In my brain, I have tons of racing thoughts bouncing around like popcorn in hot oil. And, I talk to myself. Quite often. I don’t answer myself though which means I am still OK. Sometimes I use these racing thoughts as precursor to my stories. Sometimes I lose these thoughts and who knows? might have been that next big break somewhere in there. Going forward, I have decided to write down reminders to keep this from happening.
Early Saturday morning I wrote down: I’ve Always Depended on the Kindness of Strangers. Thank everyone who assisted with Lulu and try not the leave anyone out.
Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire is not what this is about. That was a tragic story. Our story is not. Quite the opposite in fact. Our story is more like feel the love. Out of context depended on the kindness of strangers might fit but in context, I had to add And/Or Family And Friends. Once again, only Truly Unplugged might get me.
This simple statement captures my feelings of how people are kind and caring. How we depend on each other … family and friends of course but sometimes it’s people you do not even know or have just met.
A huge shout out & heart-felt THANK YOU! to our family and friends and every prayer warrior. Especially those who shared their own personal experiences of similar situations which provided us with hope.
To all the medical professionals who took care of our Lulu. Roll call, in no particular order:
- The nurse arriving for her shift who let us into admitting early since the doors are locked until 5 AM (but we have to be in there at 5 AM! as I pace like a caged tiger) and yes if you know me at all we got there 30 minutes early. Our open the door savior was also the nurse who drew Lulu’s blood in pre-op testing.
- The girl in admitting (girl because she is much younger than me, barely older than Lulu) who despite being short one person until 6AM figured out Lulu was in-patient not out-patient and started the ball rolling on getting that fixed.
- G – the nurse that called us the night before surgery to get some info that would make the next day smooth as silk (and it did!)
- The anesthesiologist and surgical nurse wearing a patriotic scrub cap. She said “we have to wear the same lovely blue outfit. Socks and caps are about all we can personalize” 🙂
- The doctor, who we only just met for the first time on May 11th. Who patiently explained the procedure and was open to any and all questions. And her entire staff.
- All who shared the waiting rooms with us. Who had loved ones in similar situations.
- The two recovery room nurses who called us hourly to advise of the delay in getting a room AND who allowed us to sneak in to see Lulu until they got busy and had to boot us out again. “Some people do not wake up friendly” they said. No visitor rule in Recovery is due to patient privacy.
- Everyone on 5th floor – PCAs, RNs, and housekeeping on revolving shifts.
- Even the cafeteria staff who if you read the Yelp reviews and believe them, they are perpetually pissed off! Well of course they are, you might be too if you worked under those conditions for that pay. However if you treat people as you’d like to be treated sometimes the experience improves. We had no such difficulties.
Stealing the following from a FB friend. It’s perspective – lump in your oatmeal or lump in your breast? Sort of says it all doesn’t it?
As always, more to come.