After two or three days, being in a hospital really sucks!
Even in a good hospital - like John Muir in Walnut Creek - it's a drag to be confined to a bed. Or, I should say, it sure looks like a drag, from this visitor's vantage point.
The worse didn't happen this week. But it will happen someday, and it's going to suck!
What a self-produced farce we swallow, that we're prepared for the worst - as if! Uh-uh, oh I'm suuuurre you're ready for anything. Accept this now: "preparation" is a worthy objective, but "total preparation"? A figment.
Cards, flowers, phone calls and visits really make a difference!
Face-to-face visits, even short 20-minute ones, make the most of all. Phone calls are good too, but...pain medication makes for lousy short-term memory. This renders telephone small talk, reading of any length, worthy unattainable goals. A card, however, with your name signed in clear script - is great for the patient to see. Again and again. (See short term memory, above.) But the interaction that comes with a visit may be the most helpful. The data's still collecting.
Friends and loved ones are really important!
Friendships of any kind need to be nourished. And yeah, yeah, times like this make you realize who matters (in a way, everybody.) But all that jazz. It's so obvious it becomes mundane - which...must be...precisely the problem. Surely there's a technique to head this off - the mundanity. Comments welcome.
It's Friday, right?