My daughter is having surgery in the morning. Instead of letting her get some rest, like a good mother, I dressed my CCI Service Dog, Havan, and set out for what I call ‘Hospital Hill.’
Packed in a little room on the second floor I discovered my daughter with those blow up things stuck to her legs, small machines, the little red glowing thing on her finger, IV lines and who knows what else. Her husband, my husband, her two children, my son, me and Havan crowded around to check on her. What I could see of her looked pale and sort of the way I must have looked at the very end of some college parties I attended in the 70s.
I have addressed the issue of germs more than once on this blog site and I can’t help but revisit the them after taking my health into my own hands by going to a place designed for sick people.
I still have not solved the mystery of the germ corpses that pile up on your space key. The R2D2 Flu is still going around, but if you were born before 1957, you might not get sick. You may wonder how I made it through a germ magnet like our local hospital.
Here is what I discovered on my adventure.
The rise in personal cell phone use has made the public phone obsolete. And seriously, using a public phone in a place where people have health issues may not have been a good idea, anyway. The little enclosure is still there next to the handicap accessible water fountain and above a trash container. I’d advise steering clear of the water fountain and you know why! Soon, it will be obsolete because we carry the bottled stuff. Use the trash can with care not to actually touch it, but if you do touch, don’t worry, ‘Hospital Hill’ has you covered.
If you look closely at the photo I uploaded from my Smartphone, scrubbed free of germ bodies, and you will see that the hospital has installed a hand-sanitizer dispenser where the pay phone used to be. I also noticed and made my family use the hand-sanitizer located at the second floor elevator entry.
I am home, my daughter is resting or having the time of her life playing with the hoses and wires, and there is really nothing left to do but worry. In the mean time, avoid kidney stones the size of kidney beans and check back again for new posts.