by Linda Rodriguez
This will be the shortest blog post I’ve ever written. Primarily because it’s the middle of the night, and I just got home from many unexpected hours in a suburban hospital. A good friend was supposed to have emergency open-heart surgery at 6:00 a.m. Thursday, and I had agreed to sit and wait with his wife, an even dearer friend for many years, since the surgery was to take 8-10 hours—many arteries to bypass and a hole in the heart to repair. Only the doctors kept putting off the surgery, first until 8:00 a.m., then until 11:00 a.m., and again until 1:00 p.m., and yet again until 2:00 p.m., and finally until 3:00 p.m., only to finally take him into surgery at 5:00 p.m. Both of them went over 24 hours without food, and my friend, the wife, went 48 hours without sleep (they had at least sedated the patient to sleep the night before). And the delays were extremely stressful, causing them to run constantly on adrenaline all day as each of them geared up to be strong and brave for the surgery, only to have it delayed again and have to go through it all over repeatedly. It was a nightmare situation in the first place and soon began to take on the aspect of a psychological horror story. When I left the hospital in the wee hours of the morning, things were going well with the surgery, and my friend had wisely decided to go to the hotel next door to the hospital to try to get some sleep since it was still going to take hours to complete.
So I’m pretty brain-dead with not much blogging ability to my name. This has come on the heels of a crisis involving a death connected to my family over the holidays, and I’m kind of emergencied out right now. Any new crisis that tries to come to my house will simply have to go away and come back later. There’s just nothing left to give. But I have a few random, crisis-created thoughts to share with you.
Nurses are the salt of the earth, angels, and every other cliché that’s ever been written or said about them. They make a difference every day and night in so many lives. Why are they paid so little when pro sports stars are paid so much?
Crises and emergencies can bring estranged families back together or drive them further apart. I’ve seen vivid examples of both just recently, and I vote for bringing them back into touch with each other. Stop letting the little stuff get in the way of being with the people you love. Hug the people you love while you still have a chance.
A cosplay funeral is always a bad idea. The less said about that, the better.
And nurses—salt of the earth, angels in scrubs. Pay them more!