I gave a reason in my last blog for not blogging for a while. One reason I didn’t give was that I really didn’t have anything to say (something my friends will have trouble believing. Lol). Now I do.
Since my husband’s recent time spent in the hospital and rehab due to an adverse reaction to the muscle relaxer, Baclofen, I have been thinking about the positive aspects of the experience.
For example, the wonderful care he received. We appreciated the excellent professional care, but it was the people that impressed me the most. They truly cared, not only about Fred but about me. The nurse in ER stayed by my side almost all the time. And when the wait to transfer him from the Pomona ER to the Kaiser facility ER in Ontario went on until the evening, she stepped in. She left to facilitate it, and when she came back, reassured me he would be leaving within forty-five minutes. Smiling, she said, “I begged and pleaded and finally promised to bake cookies.” I hugged her in gratitude.
The four days he spent at the Kaiser hospital was made bearable by the on-going attention by nurses and doctors, mainly the two male nurses that constantly checked up on both of us day after day. On the afternoon of the fourth day, Fred finally said two words. When I said, “love you,” he weakly responded, “love you.” I told everyone he was either “coming back,” or he had fallen in love with one of the nurses. Both nurses reassured me that he had never said that to them.
When he returned to the land of the living on the fifth day, I was on my way to the hospital when one of the male nurses called and talked to our granddaughter. He wanted to let me know that Fred was “back.” Rachel said the nurse was excited to be able to report that he had just had a conversation with Fred. He was still excited when I got there. He said, “We are as glad as the patient’s family when things turn out well.” I believe we don’t realize how much nurses do care, as they have to project a professional decorum. However, they are human beings who want to relieve suffering whenever they can and are happy when that is possible.
Then we went to Rehab where the same loving care continued. Everyone who walked into Fred’s room wanted to know what they could do to make him more comfortable. They performed their professional duties then stayed to talk. I don’t believe there was any personnel there that we didn’t interact with. People would stop by and say things like, “We heard that you once lived in Egypt,” and would listen to his stories. All of this helped Fred recover from any cognitive problems left over from the drug. By the time we left, he was joking with everyone. The supervisor hugged him goodbye and said to me over his shoulder. “He’s such a sweetheart.”
The last two days in Rehab Fred shared the room with a retired pastor. He and I talked for hours about everything, even politics, which I don’t usually do. We were spiritually on the same page. However, his political views were diametrically opposed to mine. But we agreed that, regardless of political leanings, we were Americans who needed to work together to get through this difficult time. Of course, he did encourage me to forgive and pray for a certain unnamed person. (I’m still working on that. Lol).
I am often accused of always trying to see the positive side of people or things, but all of the above are simple facts. There are good people in the world who will never be interviewed on TV. They are just living their lives and coping with life as best they can.
And those are the people we were privileged to meet during a very stressful, difficult time.