Pain and Not
My adventures in hospital have been a mixed bag, in that I've had quite a bit of pain in my leg and hip and sitzbone, and unfortunately the standard treatments don't seem to be working for yours truly, and an important treatment has been misplaced and unfortunately now will probably be both important and unavailable in the future - and then there's the unexplained swelling in my leg/foot, which has been difficult to resolve. And of course we had that trouble with the Nurse of Doom.
You'd think that would mean that we'd be unhappy with the hospital, or the hospital staff. But you would be wrong. The support staff - the social workers, nurses and nurses' aides, palliative care people, physical therapists and occupational therapists, the people from the hospice program - have been absolutely fantastic.
During a time that has been chaotic, rushed, confusing, full of unknowns and unknowables, full of demands for attention and fears of loss... we've been surrounded by people who obviously have a real Calling. They have been incredibly gentle and kind, consistently helpful in the face of our confusion and dismay and fear, and unfailingly patient with our anger and sadness. At all times they have been mindful of my desire to be treated with dignity - not an easy thing with someone who is entirely dependent on others to do not only bathing, but to assist with such intimate issues as cleaning after using the toilet.
To top things off, they did their best to mitigate the damage done by the Nurse of Doom; instead of leaving us at the brink of a holiday weekend with nowhere to go, they went out of their way to help us with making arrangements for the next stage of this journey; it's such a comfort to know that when I leave this hospital, I will actually have a place to go.
If you have the need to go to a hospital in the Twin Cities, and you have a serious illness, Abbott Northwestern is definitely a good and caring place to be. I am told by my nurses that it is also a good place to work. One of the social workers told me that if she was sick, she would crawl 30 miles over broken glass to get here - I think that probably is what would be considered a positive sign. I'm not big on glass in my knees, but I understand what she meant.
Oops, they are here to get me and whisk me off to the next station on our journey. Will report when able - wish me luck!