From the other side of the curtain.
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Back from another stint at the hospital due to pain ruling my world. Good times! Ok, not really. I had to drive myself to the hospital this time and have the valet guy get me wheeled over to the admitting desk (yuck).
Once again I had most of the same nurses and staff caring for me as with my hospital stay from a few weeks prior. During this week-long adventure I was moved to four different rooms. 2 of them were private rooms (score!). But alas, others needed them much more than I did, so I was moved often (highly contagious peeps? Take my room. REALLY!).
Each time my nurses wheeled me down the hall to another room I would say that I was on a magic gurney ride. Especially since on two of those occasions my nurses Ryan and John were trying to wheel me to a private room late at night under the radar -before the charge nurse knew the room was vacant. On those trips I got to go really fast on that magic gurney ride (wahoo!).
I even had the same sweet housekeeping woman often, Ms Chand. This time she brought me an entire vase filled with pretty flowers (beautiful!). Stanford is a huge hospital. I mean BIG. Perhaps my need for dwelling in the cardiac ward cut down the size of staff around me, but I still feel lucky each time I see someone I know there (silly). Shoot, who am I kidding, I AM lucky : )
I had the pleasure of rooming with a lovely lady named Sue halfway through my treatment last week. She started asking me questions about our treatment from the other side of the dividing curtain between us. She hailed from Wine Country out here in CA, and had to be driven over 2 hours to get to Stanford. Like myself, she also tries to exist with chronic debilitating pain.
Sue was so scared, which puzzled me for some reason. Then I realized that this was her first time as a 'guest' in the joint, and she likely did not know the team here as well as myself. We talked when we were able to. See, heavy drugs require nap time and make it challenging to concentrate on things. I tried to keep her focused on the things she loved about Napa to stay occupied since reading was truly NOT an option while on this drug (words just don't seem to come together right when reading). I would ask her every so often how she was doing or offer to chat her up when I could hear her crying. : (
For some reason I felt so strongly that I was EXACTLY where I was meant to be for those couple of days with Sue. I feel lucky to have been on the receiving end of her sharing with me, even if it was from the other side of a hospital curtain. I hope that I was able to give her some comfort, and feel very humbled by that opportunity.
Sue came over to say goodbye as I drifted off to sleep. She was going home. I gave her my email and told her that I would be expecting her to stay in touch so that I could hear about how she was miraculously cured of her pain someday : )