I’m Home
February 27, 2008 | Uncategorized
I’m at home and doing well. I’ve never been in the hospital before because of sickness, and have never had occasion to really notice the activities of the many, many people who serve in different capacities from the X-Ray technicians to the people who gave me the breathing exercises, and the excellent little nurses (most of them down here are Asian) that took care of their many duties. Hospitals are beehives of action. All of the hospitals down this way are filled with people with pneumonia.
It’s a highly contagious illness, and I’m just greatful that so far Teyla, Luis, Carmen, and Jason are okay. Teyla has a cough that she hasn’t been able to shake for three weeks.
The lady that gave me my breathing treatments told me that her daughter, her son-in-law and two grandchildren were all in bed with pneumonia. The one child that had a flu shot didn’t have it. It’s worthwhile to take the time to get a shot. I’ll get one from now on, I’ll betcha’!
Anyway, thanks for your phone calls, and all of your love and concern.
I’m completely enjoying my day!
4 Responses to “I’m Home”
Nana,
Glad you are back at home and doing better, I love you and we hope you all stay well
By crystal on Feb 27, 2008
Thank you, Crystal. I thought about you all the time, while watching the wonderful work that all of those sweet nurses do. I am so proud of you…that you took the time and interest to study hard and educate yourself to do a wonderful service to other people. The whole hospital was full of people with pneumonia, and they just had no more beds. They had to hold me for a long time before releasing me to a regular room, because there just weren’t any.
On Tuesday, they were so busy that they were pulling people from every possible place for help.
And yet, no one would slouch their job. They were meticulous and careful. I have a whole new admiration for the medical world.
By mother on Feb 28, 2008
Thanks Nana, working in that field is not always the easiest, especially when sometimes you just feel like a hospital waitress, but when I get to feeling like that and get to feeling frustrated with my job (and sometimes my patients) I just think how I would want someone to treat my mother or grandmother if they were in the hospital and that gives me new found patience and a sense of calm when working with difficult people. Because I would want my family to receive the best care possible with love and respect. I have alot of older patients especially women, and it always makes me think of you, and how much I miss you!!!
Love you:)
By crystal on Feb 28, 2008
I had a feeling that you would be sweet and patient.
I was a good patient, except for one time, and I apologized. I was in a lot of pain, and it was an hour before they came with my pain shot. I said, “What took you so long!?”
The nurse whirled on me and said, “Ma’m we didn’t have anymore of this, and we had to send out to another place. They didn’t have it, so we had to send out to another place.”
I said, “OH!”
She said (in a very irritated tone) “Yes, OH!”
I told her i was sorry for being cranky. That I was feeling a lot of pain, and I wasn’t in a good mood. I said, “when the medicine takes effect, I’ll apologize again.”
“No, need.” she said.
I felt like a chump.
But, Crystal. All of Sunday, Sunday night, and Monday were just horrible for me. I was withdrawing from my pain meds from home. The shots they were giving me in the hospital were not nearly sufficient. And of course, I was hooked up to every possible thing, so I could barely move, and the worse was that awful catheter (sp?) I already have cystitus, and pinching my bladder is murder for me.
Still, I am so grateful to a wonderful Heavenly Father who looked over me, and saw me safely through, with the help of my great family down here, and the wonderful staff at Fish Memorial Hospital. I hear bad reports on that hospital, but I have no complaints. They did everything possible to make me better. Today, a home care representative came, and I’m going to get five visits from a nurse, who will give me the breathing exercises, and anything else necessary.
So, you just keep that attitude of wanting to treat your patients as you would want your parents and grandparents treated. I saw one incident with the little Spanish lady that I was first in the room with. The nurse was so unnecessarily rude to that poor little thing. She must have been in her 89’s, and she couldn’t speak English. I felt so sorry for her.
Just hang on. Paw-Paw and I plan a trip to Birmingham, whether there is a family reunion or not. Ben and Julie are coming down to Florida, and they plan to go to Birmingham. They are anxious to get a look at their great-niece and great-nephew.
By mother on Feb 29, 2008