Turning left out of the men’s room in Lakeland Hospital
Not feeling well, but coherent I looked up to see
Blonde hair flying in the hallway- no breeze- just pure power.
She wore a green hospital coat and shoes that pounded the hallway like
hunting boots.
And no smile – it was that unspoken glare “come with me mister – you are
not going to pass out in my hallway” .
Want sensitivity? attention,? warm fuzzy care – forget it:
On the gurney, take shirt off: take a deep breath and suddenly the
mash medical corps leaps into action: needles, IV’s monitors, grim whispers.
They poked and prodded asked me over and over again about blood thinner
and smoking and drinking and pain .
Sure, turn the Badger game on – that will mollify this short chubby 70
year old.
Not a chance. Blood pressure too high—another tube, more sideways glances.
Monitors beeping: red lights flashing:
I knew this was not going to be a walk in the park.
In he walked, no sauntered: tall, somewhat slovenly, kinda unshaven with that
“ I take no prisoners approach”. Pushing here, squeezing legs there, he learned
his bedside manner in the military. Approaching the front of the bed: face to
face: my 1st encounter in a long time with “ The Face of God” or was this
the Face of Death”?
Then he said it, those dreaded words – you are not going home. The words
were simple, direct. tone declarative – forget the debate, discussion, upcoming
client meeting – we have a room for you upstairs.
The night time was = well you may have been there: nighttime is probing, and
IV’s and medicine,
Every hour a new “ HI, my name is Sally and I am your RN for the night etc etc.
No rest, no food, a continuing monitoring and prepping for the next day’s tests.
Just let me sleep and take the chest pain away, away away.
Ultrasound, Imaging machines, stress tests, doctor’s from India, and the
Ukraine, and Poland.
All this in tiny Elkhorn.
They smiled, and made nonsense conversation about their cats, kids, freezing
plants..
Except for the stress test technician– soft as pudding on the inside- tough on
the outside.
Aside the tread mill was a stress chart. I quickly calculated why all the
attention was coming my way,why all the pseudo smiling staff – they were
sincere but also very concerned. High risk is a code phrase for big time trouble.
Another imaging exam.. Then Face of God, Face of Death 2 settled into the
chair beside my bed. I knew the family name from our time in Poland; his age t
elegraphed that his grandparents probably escaped the death mills of Aushwitz
and Birkenbau.
Trying to engage him in conversation about Warsaw he literally turned his
back. God, how stupid can I be? This somewhat crippled 60 plus doctor is
trying to save my life – and I just ran a scimitar into the
depths of his soul.
Really, really clever.. shut up and listen!
Answers? No, the human body is a mystery. A new testing procedure is
available at St Lukes, No options, Get on Rte 43 and head north. Out he walked
to save other smart ass souls.
Forms, diet sheets, flu shot, pneumonia shot and it’s time to go. The chirpy,
nurse’s aide who is about to complete her academics to become an RN
brought the wheelchair for a ride to the parking lot.
Smiling she looked me in the eyes and said – “they saved you didn’t they? You
are going to be ok.”
The Face of God comes to us in wonderfully unexpected packages.
Thanks Lakeland Medical Hospital for your care and expertise.