A long day

Which I think was longer for my friend having surgery than me.

I haven’t been an inpatient for a while and certainly not one facing major surgery since 1995. I don’t count a shoulder scope as major surgery. Rehab yes, but nothing major as far as recover on the surgical side. So anyway – Adventist Hospital with staff and patients coming in all sizes and shapes. Visitor parking that is free. Yes, free parking which is unheard of in most major metropolitan areas. Except for the SFVA which offers free parking but has extremely little actually available.

Back to the present – surgical waiting room for hours where I had a chance to talk to a myriad of interesting people: a gentleman in his early fifties who was there supporting his sister-in-law while his brother faced yet another in what seems to be an endless number of surgeries, a guy who fits the classic “long haired looking hippy” of my era who is probably mid40s worrying both about his family member in surgery and their 9 month old family pooch who has just had a leg amputated secondary to a tumor and an elderly man waiting on his partner hoping for good news but not really expecting it. Everyone gets a case number when they come in. Visitors have it written down along with a sticker saying they are a visitor. The electronic board on one wall lists location of patients by their case number by pre-op, in procedure or pacu. (Post anesthetic care unit for those not of US medical background).

I found the cafe/cafeteria. Their coffee is quite decent and a lot cheaper than Peets or Starbucks. They don’t offer completely healthy choices, but each and every item lists caloric load as well as distribution and amounts of protein, fat, carbs and sodium. I could easily live without knowing how many calories in each item come from fat, but that is just me….

Followed by transfer to the ward and settling in before I headed out in the rain.

 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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