Swedish PTII
I don’t mean to complain about nurses…but complaints seem to slip out of me as easy as a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of Starbucks coffee. They work hard, I know they do—they rely on large institutions to give them pertinent information on individual patients, and no matter how hard they try to “personalize” your “care” or how many panel-group friendly variations of “Social Worker” they come up with, there is always this nagging feeling that they’re a little boat tossed on a stormy sea, and are at the core, an extension of the big clumsy ocean they pretend not to be.
One might think that here a week later I might not be so concerned about this. After all we left last Saturday so why bring this up now? Well, of course, because we’re back, although this time we’re not staying—we’ve just come for the day to get permanent casts put on Ike’s legs and ankles and by permanent I mean the ones that he’ll have on for the next six weeks or so. The casting specialist came in to the waiting room before Ike went back and asked what color casts did he want. Since they didn’t have brown for autumn, I thought red and green for the holiday season—could they do them striped? He seemed to like the idea, so if all goes according to plan, Ike should come out looking like he’s got two candy canes attached to his legs. I have high hopes.
I’m flying solo this morning, as Sweetie stayed home to get the Older Boy off to school. I had to be up here at Swedish by 7 a.m. so that meant leaving at 6 but due to the fact that people around here have never seen rain before and the roads were wet, it took us until 7:30 to get here. You would think that having been here just four days ago they might still have things like weight and height and what medications he is on locked away in a computer somewhere, but no…Ike was treated like he’d never been here before, even having the admitting nurse ask Ike and his bloody, ratty, stumpy casts, what were we here for. If I have to hear someone ask me if he’s had anything to eat this morning one more time, I’m gonna start swinging and I wont stop until I see a white coat hit the floor.
I’m also a little concerned that Ike doesn’t have his good luck charm taped on him for this procedure. Ike has a little angel charm that his cousin, who believes in such things, gave him and we’ve always taped it to his shoulder. The good thing is it’s just a recasting, so technically there shouldn’t be anything being done that requires the services of a silver angel charm.
Ike Update: Everything went fine and dandy, and we’re home safe and sound. Ike’s new casts came out even better than I thought they would! Very seasonal!
I’ll post a picture when he gets up from his nap.
One might think that here a week later I might not be so concerned about this. After all we left last Saturday so why bring this up now? Well, of course, because we’re back, although this time we’re not staying—we’ve just come for the day to get permanent casts put on Ike’s legs and ankles and by permanent I mean the ones that he’ll have on for the next six weeks or so. The casting specialist came in to the waiting room before Ike went back and asked what color casts did he want. Since they didn’t have brown for autumn, I thought red and green for the holiday season—could they do them striped? He seemed to like the idea, so if all goes according to plan, Ike should come out looking like he’s got two candy canes attached to his legs. I have high hopes.
I’m flying solo this morning, as Sweetie stayed home to get the Older Boy off to school. I had to be up here at Swedish by 7 a.m. so that meant leaving at 6 but due to the fact that people around here have never seen rain before and the roads were wet, it took us until 7:30 to get here. You would think that having been here just four days ago they might still have things like weight and height and what medications he is on locked away in a computer somewhere, but no…Ike was treated like he’d never been here before, even having the admitting nurse ask Ike and his bloody, ratty, stumpy casts, what were we here for. If I have to hear someone ask me if he’s had anything to eat this morning one more time, I’m gonna start swinging and I wont stop until I see a white coat hit the floor.
I’m also a little concerned that Ike doesn’t have his good luck charm taped on him for this procedure. Ike has a little angel charm that his cousin, who believes in such things, gave him and we’ve always taped it to his shoulder. The good thing is it’s just a recasting, so technically there shouldn’t be anything being done that requires the services of a silver angel charm.
Ike Update: Everything went fine and dandy, and we’re home safe and sound. Ike’s new casts came out even better than I thought they would! Very seasonal!
I’ll post a picture when he gets up from his nap.
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