Oh the things I want to relate and share and say! BUUUUUTTTTT.... I'm trying to be relatively savvy, re not getting wiped out in the Soviet censor wave.... SOooooo I do what I can, and I love and appreciate you few, brave, intelligent, Spiritual, alive . . . creatures, children of God . . . who keep the Keep; and swing by to check in and support and encourage and commiserate in these totalitarian times. . . . :)
So, I mentioned the recent hospital observation/experience. . . . [Btw, interesting, odd cluster of happenstance, several people I know lately have had bicep rupture/tears! Watch your biceps!. . . .]
Well, and that is what happened to our "deafy boy" Sky at work a couple months ago at work trying to lift something way too heavy. So the thing slipped (he should have asked for an extra hand, but was too proud to ask for help) and banged his arm as it fell and as he was trying to stabilize it. . . . End result.... Bicep tear/rupture....
Then . . . navigating all the workman's comp, big box store bureaucracy/internal politics/co-worker machinations et al, et al. . . . . FINALLY, after all kinds of red tape, we get a surgery date (nearly too late to save, because if not addressed asap, we've learned, bicep tears cannot be fully fixed--the muscle shrinks, it's a whole thing--so ya wanna get it repaired asap!)
Hospital. Turns out, happened to be the very same hospital he was born in. And also our youngest son was later born there as well (btw, with ambilocal cord wrapped around his neck--but he came through it alright, other than he turned Mormon for a while later in life... not so much now...lol, but I digress......)
One thing I noticed straightaway--having obviously frequented this joint before (the hospital) not just with kids born there but also other family members being there over the years--was that the parking garage was not at all as packed as usual. Now, on our local news, they are blaring that "hospitals are 99% full . . . shortage of rooms, beds"!!!! Because..... wait for it.... lol COVIDDITY!.... "People are dying in the halls waiting for beds! AHHH!" ..... LOL.... Nope.
Well, and then, . . . I'll just say, of the various times over decades now of going there . . . I have never found an easier and quicker parking spot! It was fantastic! Jus' sayin'......
Once inside . . . there was not at all any sense of panic or crisis. Nope again. Everybody there was just kinda chillin'. Backstage . . . er, I mean, in the back surgery/surgery-recovery area . . . it was like a typical worker workplace peeps jokin' around inside, dark humor party . . . nurses bringing in cookies for the staff. . . . Masks? sort of and sorta not. They did not seem too concerned and mainly shoved them back up if they thought maybe you were anal . . . or freaked out . . . which nobody actually was, especially not us. I made some jokes, caught the head nurse in a couple of "administrative" mistakes and corrected him, lol. . . . Anyway, it was all low key, gallows humor-ish . . . but nowhere did I see any signs of panic/crisis . . . AND ABOVE ALL it was somewhat surprising and fantastic to find an easy, close parking place!!!! (among the many open) . . . .
The surgery went well apparently (we're still in the recovery phase, but so far, seems good, except that Sky on the third night afterwards had a crazy dream that a train was coming down the tracks about to hit him, so, out of his sleep/dream he jumped up out of bed and kind of banged his arm around the room until he realized it was just a dream).... The doc at the followup checkup seemed to think that nothing got re-torn) . . . but overall, S is still ambulating here at home . . . . It will be months, it looks like, before even beginning to get back to some kind of normal re usage. Meanwhile, because he is a longtime employee stalwart at the "big box store" I, we, know that the underlings AND higher management are looking for ways to maybe axe him--we'll see.....We just gotta navigate that. Him, being deaf, adds a whole element of communication issues re all that. . . . We'll see......
Bottom line, re hospital scenario..... Yeah, it was pretty chill.... the staff, nurses etc., just seemed to be half partying and not taking anything too serious.... So, I would say, at least from this recent experience..... No, the hospitals (and this is a major, long time hospital in the city) are NOT freaking out and overwhelmed.....
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Meanwhile.... Just have to relate.... From the ongoing funny zone (Ya gotta keep laughing! ....Keep a sense of humor about it all, because . . . LOL . . . obviously our Lord, our God does!).... I've always come up with silly side-nick names for our kids and I know other parents do too! AAAAaaand .... for our doggies too.... Now, their proper names are "Robert The Bruce/Bruce" and "Dude". Of course that devolved into "Brucey" and "Dudey" .... But Bruce also has "Brutal", "Brucifer' lol, "Brude".... any number of things...
On our notorious and circus-like walks around the block... one day a year or so ago . . . between the two of them, I blurted, and it became "Snorkel-Chain & Crazy-Tank" .... (because Bruce, as usual was pulling and snorting and Dude was using his big, thick, Retriever body to suddenly barge into a bush to pee (or pretende)..... ANNNNNNYWAAAAYYYY.... yesterday, they got two new nicknames... "Lefty & The Concierge" 😂 ! Lol... cuz Bruce is so always the sentry, monitoring, in on everything... heh.... and Dude has this nifty cute mannerism .... to VERY succinctly lift up his LEFT eye-brow when he does his side-way look (OH,... one of his other names is "Side-Eye-Guy" .....
Ha! So there's that!
God bless! Stay tough! Stay laughing (amidst the crying!)
Love you:)