Feb. 3rd, 2015 10:32 pm
Back in the sickhouse: Day 1
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monshu's surgery up to 6 a.m. so we had to be up by 4 a.m. and I seldom drop off before 11 even on nights when I'm not preparing to take my husband to the hospital for major surgery. The short version is that it went well but he's stuck there for the rest of the week while he recuperates from having his insides rearranged. (Apparently his belly button ended up in the scrap heap, as the surgeon drolly related to us afterwards.)
Twice in two hours I got called his "son". On the plus side, both women immediately and sincerely apologised for making such an unwarranted assumption when I responded with, "Actually, he's my husband." On the minus side, these weren't older nurses from developing countries like last time but a young Czech immigrant and a fresh-faced Asian-American medical student. Speaking of older nurses, one askedmonshu's religion and when he said, "Buddhist" her response was, "Really?" It's really true, dear: old White men can be Buddhists, too.
But, again, everyone was super nice. The recovery room nurse snuck me into the PACU so I could visit with him while we waited for them to prepare the room. The ICU nurse pampered me like a Latin mother and even let me help swab him and administer his nicotine patch. And I got some of the most complete and clear explanations ever from the young medical residents. (The grizzled Greek surgeon was a different story, but then he always is.)
monshu's surgery up to 6 a.m. so we had to be up by 4 a.m. and I seldom drop off before 11 even on nights when I'm not preparing to take my husband to the hospital for major surgery. The short version is that it went well but he's stuck there for the rest of the week while he recuperates from having his insides rearranged. (Apparently his belly button ended up in the scrap heap, as the surgeon drolly related to us afterwards.)Twice in two hours I got called his "son". On the plus side, both women immediately and sincerely apologised for making such an unwarranted assumption when I responded with, "Actually, he's my husband." On the minus side, these weren't older nurses from developing countries like last time but a young Czech immigrant and a fresh-faced Asian-American medical student. Speaking of older nurses, one asked
monshu's religion and when he said, "Buddhist" her response was, "Really?" It's really true, dear: old White men can be Buddhists, too.But, again, everyone was super nice. The recovery room nurse snuck me into the PACU so I could visit with him while we waited for them to prepare the room. The ICU nurse pampered me like a Latin mother and even let me help swab him and administer his nicotine patch. And I got some of the most complete and clear explanations ever from the young medical residents. (The grizzled Greek surgeon was a different story, but then he always is.)
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