Please don’t ask why I’ve posted this particular video. Salute the girl in the white robe for not freaking out.
Okay: instead of keeping the patient in the hospital, you send him home. Sounds like it ought to be a good idea.
So we’re knee-deep in medicines, electronic doo-dads all over the place, a visiting nurse in the morning and another in the afternoon, couriers… It takes up tons of time and we find it increasingly overwhelming.
I’m not criticizing the nurses. They’re good people, hard-working, competent, pleasant: I have no complaints. I’ve been sick since summertime and I’m really, really tired of it. (“No mas! No mas!”) And it’s wearing out my wife.
The morning nurse has come and gone, here for almost an hour, there’ll be another one this afternoon. Couriers deliver my medications one pill at a time. (I’ll bet that’s hard to believe; but it’s true.)
It’s still better–mostly better–than being in the hospital.
Please, folks, keep those prayers coming. We need them.
You’ve got the prayers from me for both of you–always in my prayer list.
When Dad had his surgery and got released from the hospital, we had a revolving door of nurses and therapists and people delivering and setting up the equipment. We learned to relish those in-between moments, too. But being in the hospital wasn’t all that great for him either–every time he’d try to get some rest, he had someone come poking and prodding and asking questions.
The thing that bugged me was the numerous late-night intrusions into sleep–for tests, readings, whatever. Every time you fell asleep, they woke you up again.
Less chance of super germs at home
I’m certainly not complaining about being home. It’s where I want to be. But the hospital program, however necessary, feels intrusive.
That first clip is interesting. I’ve heard that Black Bears tend to be more docile than Brown Bears, and certainly less of a problem than Grizzlies. I admire that the lady in that clip kept her cool.
Prayers daily. We are also glad you are at home so you can post on the Blog – I know, how selfish of us. When I was battling cancer I would confess constantly, “By Jesus’ stripes I am healed!”
Those of us who ever dealt with hospitals certainly understand how frustrating it is, and even though having the patient back home, it sure beats hospitalization Prayers keep coming every day very often. Confessing the truth of Scripture is exactly right.