Sometimes a moment of laughter is worth a day in Hell....
I left work around 3 today so that I could go over to the hospital to spring my mother.
They had been dicking around with her all day, with this test and that test and coming up with nothing, and as the day progressed I found that my head was becoming increasingly 'splody with frustration. And, what the hell, I had the hours in and I couldn't think anyway, so I bagged it and got out of there.
When I got to the hospital, my father took off to do some banking and to stop breathing hospital air for awhile. He was fairly sure she'd be spending another night, even though I had freaked right the hell out on the phone and said that I would be there by four and that she had bloody well be up, dressed and ready to go by then.
Of course, she wasn't, because they weren't quite through dicking around with her, but at least she had finally gotten something to eat (why not feeding a diabetic for almost 20 hours seems like a good idea to these people I have no clue, but there you have it)....
So I was pissed beyond imagining, but trying to keep things cool because going out to the nurses station and throwing chairs probably would have only complicated matters.
And then, after a couple of hours, Dr. Fischer comes in.
And I can't stay angry when Dr. Fischer shows up. I just can't.
So he comes in and looks at my mother with his inscrutable look. THAT look. Analytical, calculating, his mind ticking. And while he's doing this, he runs his the tips of his index fingers up the soles of mother's feet, which were out from under the covers, screaming with neuropathy. Mother doesn't move. She looks at him and says, "Nice try, but I can't feel anything so I can't have my feet tickled."
He cocks an eyebrow. "No?"
"Nope," she says.
So he does it again. She doesn't move. And then he does the tops of her feet. No reaction. I was sitting there practically screaming with just the thought of anyone doing that to my feet, but she just lay there and looked nonchalant.
"Zo, you feel...nuthink?"
"Nope."
"Shame," he says thoughtfully. "You might haf enjoyed that..."
I giggled unashamedly.
And then he asked her if she wanted to go home.
And then I drove her home.
Note to the Universe:
If this is what people are supposed to do when they're blessed with an extra day, I'd like to donate mine to someone else.
Kthxbye.
They had been dicking around with her all day, with this test and that test and coming up with nothing, and as the day progressed I found that my head was becoming increasingly 'splody with frustration. And, what the hell, I had the hours in and I couldn't think anyway, so I bagged it and got out of there.
When I got to the hospital, my father took off to do some banking and to stop breathing hospital air for awhile. He was fairly sure she'd be spending another night, even though I had freaked right the hell out on the phone and said that I would be there by four and that she had bloody well be up, dressed and ready to go by then.
Of course, she wasn't, because they weren't quite through dicking around with her, but at least she had finally gotten something to eat (why not feeding a diabetic for almost 20 hours seems like a good idea to these people I have no clue, but there you have it)....
So I was pissed beyond imagining, but trying to keep things cool because going out to the nurses station and throwing chairs probably would have only complicated matters.
And then, after a couple of hours, Dr. Fischer comes in.
And I can't stay angry when Dr. Fischer shows up. I just can't.
So he comes in and looks at my mother with his inscrutable look. THAT look. Analytical, calculating, his mind ticking. And while he's doing this, he runs his the tips of his index fingers up the soles of mother's feet, which were out from under the covers, screaming with neuropathy. Mother doesn't move. She looks at him and says, "Nice try, but I can't feel anything so I can't have my feet tickled."
He cocks an eyebrow. "No?"
"Nope," she says.
So he does it again. She doesn't move. And then he does the tops of her feet. No reaction. I was sitting there practically screaming with just the thought of anyone doing that to my feet, but she just lay there and looked nonchalant.
"Zo, you feel...nuthink?"
"Nope."
"Shame," he says thoughtfully. "You might haf enjoyed that..."
I giggled unashamedly.
And then he asked her if she wanted to go home.
And then I drove her home.
Note to the Universe:
If this is what people are supposed to do when they're blessed with an extra day, I'd like to donate mine to someone else.
Kthxbye.