A blog that used to chronicle my Philadelphia eating life, then life working on a sheep farm in the PNW, and now life in rural Virginia.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Good Intentions
There was an ever-shifting bunch of nurses on my father's floor. The first one I met was new to the hospital and per-ky. She bought this barbie doll for my father and made a little card that later would have the added touch of stickers. A nice gesture to my father and our family since no one was going to be coming with the normal flowers/cards etc...except for the fact that every day thereafter my father requested that either my mother or I return the doll to the nurse. I insisted that the proper etiquette was to wait until he was actually discharged before so blatantly disregarding the gift. Still, a pretty funny thing to have around a hospital room. I may write at some point about the strange etiquette of sharing a room with another person when going through a health crisis. That was weird.
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funny,
Hospital,
Pennsylvania
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3 comments:
The resident 14 year old said:
Oh that's nasty.
I think I agree on so many levels...
I am trying to be more zen in my reaction to the world so I will say,
How kind of the nurse.
But the snarky sarcastic asswhipe that I normally am says,
Wha' the fu'????
At the time, the gesture was appreciated and was funny to us, and the note was flipped to a standard "get well" message later.
I take more exception to the same nurse telling me that often it's the caregiver who drops dead
in the weeks, months, after the hospitalization. I kind of appreciated having someone recognize my pain, but that comment was really amazingly insensitive. So inappropriate it was funny.
mc
I am never surprised by what comes out of a nurse's mouth. Really. So it shouldn't surprise me that the comment about the dropping dead caregiver was in fact made. But it does...I guess some people skills could be emphasized? Glad you are back in TN!
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