Earlier in the day, I’d been taken to Radiology for a chest x-ray. The supervisor looked surprised to see me and said she’d been thinking about me. Whether that was good or bad, she didn’t say. We’d always had a “kidding around” relationship so she was hard to read.
My x-ray finished, I was taken back to my room where I was lassoed and tied to the oxygen on the wall. One of the nurses popped in later and said, “Your x-rays look like crap. It’s a good thing you came in.” She’s also the one who took pity on me and my constant coughing and brought me some medicine to help calm it down. My room was the farthest from the nurses’ station and she could still hear me some 100 feet away.
I felt so sorry for the patient and the patient’s family across the corridor. I had to be keeping them all awake and, if not that, it isn’t pleasant to hear someone hacking up a lung. Whenever I’d raise or lower the bed, the mattress would make a loud crackling noise that added to the effect.
In the evening, a lady with a perfect hairdo stopped in front of my door and peeked in. I thought, “THAT was bold.” I remembered people doing that—walking through the hospital and peering in at the patients if the doors were left open. Mine was wide because the heat was intense. I don’t think I ever had a fever even though my WBC was high.
Later, the same lady came back pushing the paraphernalia for vitals so that was a relief. She belonged there and was probably just familiarizing herself with the population. When she got into the room, she said, “I noticed your last name. It’s unusual here. Did you know a Mrs. B. who used to stay with [a family down the valley]?” Yes. She was my mother-in-law. Turns out the lady had worked for home health and cared for my MIL and her sister for quite some time. We got into a conversation and it was like Old Home Week. We had a connection.
Not only that, she told me her mother had built and pastored a church near my house. It’s always fascinated me how the grass on a steep slope is kept so neatly mowed every summer.
Our talks continued off and on all night. I was too weak to wrangle the IV pole, O2 and go to the bathroom at the same time. Whenever I needed to “go”, I had to ring for the Faithful Lady. She’d come, take me to the bathroom and we’d visit. With my weak bladder, it was multiple times through the long darkness. It was nice to have someone who didn’t mind ministering to me in my hour of need. She was always patient and never got antsy. I truly appreciated her.
On toward morning, she came in to tell me her shift was over. I’d miss her, I knew.