New Year’s Resolutions

Why bother?

I always somehow manage to break them before the end of January.

So how about not making any?

All I know is, I will try to be kind to others, do good, and be good to myself.

Seems easy enough.

I promise to keep you posted on the progress.

Let’s make this new year a great one, live life, and create as many memories as we can.

And, of course, find reasons to be happy and laugh often… even if it is at ourselves.

Happy New Year!

 

 

 

Simple Life Blessings

Life is not only about conquering cancer or any other illnesses, it is about conquering our fears and living life.

Making each day count.

Looking forward, not backward.

Appreciating what we have.

And simply being thankful for every new day given to us, for each day is a gift to be cherished and treasured.

Wishing everyone a joyous holiday season.

Thank you all for joining me on my journey.

Hospital Unruly Rules

Here’s a good rule of thumb:

Stay away from hospitals.

Far, far away.

You’ve got to love some of these doctors.

From the impressively competent to the downright scary last-in-their-graduating-class type of underachievers, there’s one doctor who stands out among all the others.

With a talent unparalleled, Dr. M was truly a character.

From the second he would enter a room, he always managed to create chaos.

Prior to a scheduled procedure, he came by to start setting up.

A second later, my freshly delivered fettucine alfredo lunch tray was airborne.

It splattered and clattered to the floor.

The overturned tray, utensils, and all.

Well, so much for lunch.

Dr. M profusely apologized, then dropped to his hands and knees to attend to the disaster he’d just created.

All I know is I wasn’t about to eat that crap after it had rolled all over the hospital germ-infested floor.

My appetite effectively gone, I watched carefully to make sure he thoroughly washed and sanitized his hands before performing the procedure.

For a supposedly minor procedure that should’ve been done and over with in 15 minutes, his sheer incompetence turned it into a horrifying ordeal that lasted over two hours.

I thought I died and went to…

Well, someplace that sure didn’t resemble my idea of what heaven would look like.

And then I opened my eyes.

Oh no.

That jerk was still standing there.

And this time, he was holding a manual.

Was this for real?

Please help.

Anybody, just help.

My son in-law walked in at that moment, and didn’t realize this dimwit was actually a so-called medical professional.

Maybe I would wake up and find that it was all a dream.

But no.

Dr. M was still there, this time with a YouTube video pulled up on his cell phone, showing my daughter and son in-law how to perform the intricate maintenance procedure once I’m released to go home.

If I’m lucky enough to make it home at all, at this rate.

The next day, the misfit showed up again with a packet of papers.

And guess what happened next?

That’s right, the entire stack of papers somehow managed to fly out of his hands and onto the floor like a heap of confetti.

Only without any occasion to be celebrating.

Even Dr. M had to admit that things always seemed to go wrong whenever he was around.

God have mercy.

Unexpected Trip to the ER

It all started on a seemingly normal enough September day. I had been working and feeling fine just a week earlier. Next thing I knew, I could hardly muster up enough energy to even get out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

I felt like I had been dropped into a 5 billion gallon fish tank without an oxygen tank.

After my daughter finally managed to convince me that this was not exactly normal, I wanted to go to Urgent Care, figuring it must be some horrid strain of flu that would be fixed with a few doses of antibiotics.

Well, Urgent Care wasn’t to be, and I ended up in the local Emergency Room. My oxygen level was very low, while my blood pressure was over 200.

I’m not sure how I was even still alive.

At any rate, it was determined that I’d be spending at least a night in the ICU.

But this hospital was under construction and just wasn’t equipped with what I would need, so I got to experience my very first ambulance ride.

Let me tell you, when you’re the one laying in the back of that ambulance, it’s not nearly as exciting as you might think. And it’s a bumpy ride, like bumping along on a gravel road.

On a horse.

All while being hooked up to an IV.

The next hospital would be my home for a solid 10 days.

The only redeeming thing about any of this was the in-room dining service. When you’re bored, pumped with pain meds, and tired of alternately watching the clock and the TV, eating is pretty appealing.

I soon learned all the hospital code jargon. As a matter of fact, I became an expert on recognizing the color code.

Did you know that a Code Purple could mean in-house fighting?

I discovered this in the lobby, where a half-dressed, and half-baked, woman was getting handcuffed by police officers as she was refusing to be admitted.

Or sometimes it meant fighting among family members not in agreement of a particular treatment for a loved one.

I tell you, always something to pass time.

There was a silver lining, though.

Whenever a baby in the hospital would arrive into this chaotic world, Brahm’s Lullaby would play throughout the entire hospital.

Oh yes, my favorite.

Life is precious.

What a beautiful reminder.