I don't know that I've worked at the hospital on a Monday
before, so I don't know if today was a normal Monday or an unusually busy
Monday.
I arrived 15 minutes early, in time to log in in the
Volunteers' room and then stop by the cafeteria to get some water.
I've overcome my nervousness about the cafeteria, which was really
ridiculous. I have now had lunch there once and when I discovered I
could get a 20 oz cup of water with ice, I was delighted. I manage to
polish off 2 of those babies during the course of my 4 hour shift.
I relieved the woman who was working the morning shift and
settled in. Finally, the girl who has been sitting there staring at me
for the last three times I worked is back at her own station again, fully
recovered from whatever prevented her from doing her normal work. She
was a lovely woman, but we just sat there for four hours and looked at each
other. Once we'd exchanged personal information there didn't seem to
be anywhere to go with conversation. I felt rude reading while she was
there, so mostly we just sat there trying to look everywhere but at each
other. She did escort patients around the building for me, and deliver
flowers and newspapers, but mostly we sat uncomfortably and stared at each
other....or tried to find somewhere else to stare.
But she's gone, so it was just me and I was able to make a
dent in my Bill Bryson book.
But it was also busy. I had two phone calls almost
immediately, trying to reach the surgery department. I'm not up to
speed yet with where to find all the information and when I tried to
transfer someone to the proper extension, it didn't work. Must learn
how to do that.
A lovely bouquet of flowers arrived and I delivered them
upstairs to a nice 93 year old woman, who sent them away to the "dining
room."
The hospital is in the middle of putting in new flooring
everywhere and there was a committee meeting of about 10 people, including a
security guard in the lobby.
It seemed that everywhere I went, I encountered this same
group, whether downstairs or upstairs when I went to deliver the flowers.
They had samples of different floorings and a guy sounding like someone on
the overnight informercial TV shows explaining the good and bad properties
of each one.
We had two babies born today. It's always a little bit
of a surprise to hear the lullaby over the loudspeaker. It takes a
minute to realize it's an announcement of a birth and not someone's cell
phone ring.
When I first arrived in the morning, I checked the patient
list of who was in the hospital. I do this for two reasons...one is to
make sure the printed list is up to date with the computer list and the
other is to see if there is anybody I know in the hospital. (There is
also a third reason -- to see how many people my age are in the
hospital) Today was the second or third time I've found a
familiar name, but with all the HIPAA regulations, I'm never sure if it's OK
to mention that so-and-so is in the hospital, so I don't.
Today it was a long-time friend whose room was in the pod
next to the 93 year old woman to whom I delivered flowers. There is
this neat set up for this small hospital where you go down a corridor and
the patients are and off to the left in a "pod" of four rooms, and a nurse's
station with a computer. So I guess the deal is that there is a nurse
for every four rooms and it doesn't have quite the feel of hospitals that we
are accustomed to. I didn't stop by to see our friend because I didn't
know how serious his condition was, or whether I would be interrupting.
Fortunately, his wife arrived later in the afternoon and
gave me the low down on how long he'd been there and what was going to
happen next.
When I left the hospital at 4:30, I stopped by the store to
pick up dog food and decided to get some Chinese food for dinner. For
some reason, my body ached everywhere. It was like I had been struck
with instant arthritis. All of my joints were sore. My back hurt, my
hips hurt, my fingers hurt, my neck hurt, my leg bones hurt, my toes hurt.
It was the weirdest thing. I took some Aleve when I got home and that
helped a bit, but all I wanted to do was lie down, so I didn't even watch
the end of NCIS-LA.
Fortunately, when I woke up at 2 a.m. (having had my normal
four hours of sleep), the pains were gone and I was back to normal again
(and I watched the end of NCIS-LA).
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