I recently went to the hospital to get some tests done. I knew I would be there for over two hours so I brought a book with me. As I was going in the door, the security guard handed me a mask and said, “You have to have a mask.”
Okay… I took the mask and walked away. I did not put it on, but I had one like he said. He said I had to have one, not wear it.
An hour or so into it – I’m sitting there reading my book and a woman comes and sits down across from me – this is the conversation that follows:
Her: I wish I could go without wearing a mask.
Me: Then don’t wear one – take it off.
Her: I’ll be glad when they do away with the whole mask thing.
Me: They already did. There’s no mask ordinance anymore.
Her: But, they (the hospital) said we had to wear one.
Me: That’s because they’re assholes.
Her: Well, I think it’s all about control anyway.
Me: You’re right… it is about control. They want to see who will bow down, who will resist, and who will be afraid. I refuse to bow down, I refuse to be controlled, and I will NOT live in someone else’s fear. I am a free agent.
Her: I am going to do that too! They’re not going to control me, either.
Me being encouraging: That’s great! Take a stand and stand up against the establishment!
They called her name and she gets up to follow behind the X-ray tech – wearing her mask.
Thirty minutes later she walks past, wishing me good luck and I noticed, shes still wearing a mask.
I’m inclined to believe that people like her are afraid not to live in someone else’s fear.
Update (1/8/22): I have had pre-op lab drawn, and 3 surgeries since posting this and I have yet to wear a mask at the hospital. They now have it in my file that I'm "mask sensitive and do not wear them."
I love home remedies, especially if they work and this works better than anything I’ve ever tried.
Got a toothache? Use cloves!
Cloves are great, especially if you have dry sockets. I had a tooth pulled one afternoon and within two days, I had a severe case of dry socket. They put a clove in the socket and almost immediately, the pain subsided.
It was then I remember the clove method – using ground cloves (the spice), drop a few drops of olive oil in it and make a paste. With a Q-tip, apply as much and as often as needed to the affected tooth.
If it’s a socket, either fill the hole with the paste, or gently place a whole clove into the empty socket. Wah-la! Instant relief.
Genesis 1:29 – “I have made a plant for your every need.”
Thank you, God, for the cloves.
I had an office visit at the eye doctor one afternoon. As I was filling out my (new patient) paperwork, the technician, Maria, walked up front to see who was next. Upon seeing my name she started singing Michelle, My Belle.
I looked up from the clipboard and said, “No…, please...don’t.”
“You don’t like that song?” she asked.
I walked to her and handed the clipboard to her and answered, “No, not particularly. Especially being born just as the Beatles became famous. I get that a lot.”
“I understand,” she said as she skimmed my paperwork. “Come on with me, I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”
“Only in a Strawberry Field,” I answered.
“Well, can I bring my Yellow Submarine?”
I went into the room she led me to and sat in the chair. “I don’t know,” I said thoughtfully. “Don’t you think it would cause a little Helter Skelter?”
She looked at me as we both laughed. Humorously, I added, “I can do this all day.”
Maria put some drops in my eyes and did some tests, then the eye doctor, Dr. Bullard, came and she, too, did some test before directing me to another room. My vision was already impaired and now more so with the eye drops that dilated my eyes. I felt almost blind. Slowly, with my hand on another technician’s shoulder, I was led into the other exam room.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Bullard asked,as we entered the room.
“Yes, I’m good,” I replied, “I’m just used to having my seeing-eye husband with me.” He was in the waiting room reading a magazine.
We finished up the exam and Dr. Bullard was able to determine the cause of my faulty vision, offer her professional opinion on treatment and care, and then she sent me on my way. I was led out to the waiting area where my husband was still waiting.
On the way out, the technician said she didn’t know what he looked like. Truly, I could see images and shapes of what I assumed were people, but my husband was completely in my blind spot. As usual, when I cannot find my husband, I just call out, “Husband?” and he answers then I just follow the sound of his voice to find him.
He was sitting there patiently waiting for me to finish up. After which, he took me to lunch at Melvin’s, and then drove back home. That just goes to show, in order to Come Together, All You Need is Love.
I had to go to the hospital for some pre-op work. Suffice to say, I was not a happy camper. I had the option of going to another hospital, but my surgeon, Dr. Garner, kept going on about their new OR Suite they had just opened.
“But, I don’t care for that hospital,” I insisted. “They’re okay for minor things, but the staff scares me and I’m afraid with a big surgery like this.”
“They have new staff and, like I said, they have that new OR Suite. It’s beautiful and filled with up-to-date equipment. It’s awesome,” Dr. Garner said just as insistently.
My past experience with this hospital has been far less than desired. The staff was most unbearable and then they took so long to get to you, run the test, and release you. This coming from a 30-plus-year nurse, I can tell you, it was downright unprofessional on so many levels, that I felt it was also dangerous. That was several years ago.
Since then, many professionals and colleagues have assured me that is not the case anymore. One person pointed out to me, “It could be that whenever you go in there, you already expect a negative impact so you completely miss the positive changes that have occurred over the last few years.”
I considered that deeply when I finally agreed and told Dr. Garner I would allow the procedure to be done at the hospital with the new awesome OR Suite. I had a 9:30 appointment for my preoperative tests. I had to have blood work drawn, an EKG, and an X-ray before I could have the surgery.
I warned my husband, “We’re likely to be there all day, at least until afternoon. You know how they are with dragging their feet to do their jobs. We might need to pack a lunch, you know.”
We went in and I registered for both the test and the surgery. The first thing I noticed was the person who registered me. In the past, whenever a patient came in, the person registering people would often hold out her hand limply for the paperwork and then roll her eyes at you. Sometimes she’d switch it up and do the eye roll first.
When I came in for my heart attack years ago, she (a different woman) was busy talking to someone who had stopped by her cubicle. She actually gave me a dirty look when I interrupted her. She asked me, in a not so nice way, what I wanted when I told her, “I’m having a heart attack.” Then she moved.
The lady today was very polite, considerate, and quite pleasant: very different! When she finished, she excused us to the waiting room where “Wanda,” would come to collect me for my tests. We sat down in a rocking chair figuring we’d be there for a spell.
Nope! Wanda was right on the money. She came out almost right away and got me, took me back, and then did my pre-test interview for both tests and surgery. She was exceptionally professional. She let me sit in the fat people chair, as I call it (it’s about a chair and a half in size). I liked Wanda.
A few minutes later, Wanda took me to Crystal who had a huge chair for me to sit in. It sat up high and had a footstool. I called it my throne and I was the queen. Crystal drew my blood. I was kind of snickering to myself when she was going to poke me. She had no idea what she was in for. Most people have to perform minor surgery on me to get a blood sample. Good luck, Crystal.
“Which arm would you like for me to draw from?” Crystal asked.
“I have two, pick one,” I answered.
She got blood on first try, minus the usual sting or pinch one feels with the insertion of the needle. She was good! Then she put the EKG leads on me, explaining as she went along where they went and how she knew where to put them. Also, very professional.
While running the test, she was telling me (three times) what she was looking for. Each time I started moving and jiggling around to watch the spike on the monitor (which is not what she was looking for). I did that a few times. She patiently waited for me to stop goofing off before printing the read. I liked Crystal.
Crystal took me farther back to another young lady, whose name escapes me. I was too busy checking out the new part of the hospital as I waddled down the hall. She led me to a changing room, explained what she needed, and where she would meet me.
I disrobed and told my husband, “I’ll be back in about 15-20 minutes. Just have a seat.”
I walked in, the X-ray lady took two pictures, and said, “I’ll walk you back out when you redress. I’ll wait right here for you.”
I was in there less than two minutes! I felt like telling her, “Wait, you didn’t get my good side. Let’s do retakes!” Gees, let me at least strike a pose...something!
When I left, I had been in there for approximately an hour. It was not an all-day affair as I had anticipated. I had three tests done and met four extraordinary women, who truly filled me with sense of confidence at the new, improved, hospital.
Still, I will be sure to say a prayer before the procedure and ask the Lord to watch over me and to guide the surgeon’s hands. I’m afraid Dr. Garner might be too busy doing the happy dance in the new OR Suite.