Longest Days
I really despise hospital life.
I feel a lot of sadness behind the hospital walls.
I was stuck at Kathy’s bedside as we waited for surgery. We originally slated to be there at 9:30. Instead, they asked us to show up by 7:30...
...which meant up by 6:00.
It’s been a long, long week with precious little sleep.
Kathy slept!
From 7:30 when we got there until 10:30 when they actually got her. She also slept a long while in recovery and was nodding off all evening
Thank God it went as planned.
Me?
I listened to a woman named Cheryl talk about her husband, Rico, who had his bowel reconfigured because it was wrapped around his hernia.
“I told him weeks ago! He wouldn’t listen!! I was right all along!!!”
I saw an old couple, holding hands.
“A father shouldn’t be this worried about the health of his child,” the man said.
“He’s going to be fine. He has a great doctor.”
I thought about the doctors a little. Someone finished last in their class.
I hoped the guy who was working on their kid was at the top of his class.
And the food stinks, and the smell of the place is just off.
I saw a guy walking around with a mop. He was in green scrubs and he was moving as if he were in loose concrete.
He mopped the floor with cloudy water and he was just moving it around.
I felt like grabbing the mop and helping him do it right...
...and the security guard was really fighting sleep.
He hardly glanced up.
Kathy was finally awake for a minute.
“What did you do all day?”
“This and that.”
“Must’ve been a long day for you. You’re usually moving around.”
Yeah.
Long day.
But life is short...
...even when the days are long.
I feel a lot of sadness behind the hospital walls.
I was stuck at Kathy’s bedside as we waited for surgery. We originally slated to be there at 9:30. Instead, they asked us to show up by 7:30...
...which meant up by 6:00.
It’s been a long, long week with precious little sleep.
Kathy slept!
From 7:30 when we got there until 10:30 when they actually got her. She also slept a long while in recovery and was nodding off all evening
Thank God it went as planned.
Me?
I listened to a woman named Cheryl talk about her husband, Rico, who had his bowel reconfigured because it was wrapped around his hernia.
“I told him weeks ago! He wouldn’t listen!! I was right all along!!!”
I saw an old couple, holding hands.
“A father shouldn’t be this worried about the health of his child,” the man said.
“He’s going to be fine. He has a great doctor.”
I thought about the doctors a little. Someone finished last in their class.
I hoped the guy who was working on their kid was at the top of his class.
And the food stinks, and the smell of the place is just off.
I saw a guy walking around with a mop. He was in green scrubs and he was moving as if he were in loose concrete.
He mopped the floor with cloudy water and he was just moving it around.
I felt like grabbing the mop and helping him do it right...
...and the security guard was really fighting sleep.
He hardly glanced up.
Kathy was finally awake for a minute.
“What did you do all day?”
“This and that.”
“Must’ve been a long day for you. You’re usually moving around.”
Yeah.
Long day.
But life is short...
...even when the days are long.
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