Now I know why I was so hesitant to commit to a blog. Life keeps getting in the way until days and weeks fly by and I realize I haven't blogged a single syllable. Then again, I promised myself I wouldn't let it hang over me like some killer deadline or mandatory task. My only intention was to write when I had something to say. And now I do!
And again, we waited. And waited.
With no cellular service available inside the building, my sister went outside to make a phone call. While on the phone, she noticed a patient in his VA PJs who wandered out the front door, a pack of cigarettes peeking out of his pocket. Suddenly, his foot caught on the curb and he went straight down - no hands to break his fall, he landed on his face, surely breaking his nose. Morlee ran inside to alert the receptionist who signaled a CODE BLUE on the PA system. Doctors, nurses, carts, and guerneys flew through the lobby as folks gathered to help the old guy who'd bloodied himself and a significant amount of pavement. They loaded him up and off they went. I'm thinking he should consider giving up those cigarettes . . .
Aside for that little burst of excitement, much of the day we suffered through the agonizing horror of being in the same room with a TV showing non-stop Jerry Springer-type programming. If ever there was a reminder of the depravity of humankind, those shows are surely evidence. I would have killed for a pair of ear plugs and some blinders.
We eventually found Dad getting dressed in his post-op "bay," with one lone nurse at the desk nearby. "I've been trying to call you," she said, as she gathered all the discharge paperwork. Yeah, I'm thinking maybe they should invest in beepers (remember those?) if they aren't ready to go cellular. Just sayin . . .
But overall, I have to give the folks at the VA an A+. They go out of their way to be friendly, to give directions (that place is a maze!), and any help you might need. I've heard horror stories about VAs over the years but aside from Jerry Springer, no cell service or wireless capabilities, and the deserted afternoon lobby, all was well.
Here's lookin' at you, Dad! (A little optical humor there. My apologies.)