Friday, January 3, 2014

The waiting game

Hospital Day One: Breakfast in Styrofoam
It felt a bit like vacation - getting up before dawn, packing the car and hitting the highway. That is, until we got to our destination. We arrived promptly at 5:45 and registered at Admissions.  This took all of five minutes. "The nurse will come to get you at 6:30," they said. So, we waited for 40 minutes in the hospital lobby.  By 7:15, we were chatting with the surgeon, an affable fellow with clean fingernails and perfectly coiffed hair. Good signs, we thought. At 7:20, we were informed that the very special instruments for the procedure (not kept in-house) had not been sterilized and delivered. Our 7:30 surgery would be delayed. One hour, tops. Keep in mind, the patient has a deteriorated hip. Sitting anywhere is painful, especially on a gurney. "Omigod, we were so close," we said. Uncomfortably, we waited until 8:45 when, finally, the nurse came to inject sedative into the patient's I.V.  We kissed - twice - and they wheeled him away to the O.R. Now, I wait again, trying not to think of what they're doing to him in there, my anxiety eased only by knowing he's not in pain...at the moment.

4 comments:

Carol Starr Schneider said...

Keeping good thoughts! How'd it go?

KJ said...

Hope all went well, Cathy! love & quick healing to your hubby and love to you!

Jane said...

Wishing him a swift recovery and you the patience to take of the patient.

Cathy Hamilton said...

Thanks. The outcome was great, but it has been a long day.