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.

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