Another Inconvenient Reality
In watching Planet Earth and other nature type shows, the circle of life seems to reign a common thread. Yet watching things outside of the industrialized world makes it seem like another reality, one that we would probably never see without the aid of HD DVDs or The Discovery Channel. Yet it seems lately that I've been living my own outside reality by having three different family members go into the hospital in the last sixty days.
Everytime I visit the hospital I think of that harsh reality of death. I miss my grandma and though she lived a great life here on this world, I miss her a lot. Things seem to move on but meu saudade dela is something that I guess is an issue to be dealt with sooner or later. Christmas this past year was a somber one, and even postponing our family Christmas last weekend didn't seem enough.
January was even more torturous as my grandpa was admitted to the ER and as an inpatient for a couple of days. Back to the seemingly sterile yet germ infested environment that supposley nurses people back to health. I was reading yesturday how code blues in the middle of the night are the worse time to call them as staff is low and people are generally not as responsive at night as they are during the day. (source). Sad that when my grandma stayed her code blue was in that timeframe. Can't help thing that if it were at a different time, maybe things would have been different.
Now my great-grandma is in the Intensive Care Unit. Tubes running everywhere, people on high anixety, wishing for the best when in reality aging occurs. Seemingly healthy elders can go in a split second, so is it time for me to start planning for the future? The future that doesn't include some people in my life due to whatever reason that fate uses to cut the strings of life. Maybe it just seems that its a concentrate rate of family members to hospital stays in this short period of time. Maybe it's the sad relatization of a generation to go on to another place. I just don't know anymore.
Coupled with that life seems to throw curve balls, deal a bad hand of cards and push you off the sidewalk every so often with other issues in life that somehow make you stronger but make you feel like shit in the mean time.
Everytime I visit the hospital I think of that harsh reality of death. I miss my grandma and though she lived a great life here on this world, I miss her a lot. Things seem to move on but meu saudade dela is something that I guess is an issue to be dealt with sooner or later. Christmas this past year was a somber one, and even postponing our family Christmas last weekend didn't seem enough.
January was even more torturous as my grandpa was admitted to the ER and as an inpatient for a couple of days. Back to the seemingly sterile yet germ infested environment that supposley nurses people back to health. I was reading yesturday how code blues in the middle of the night are the worse time to call them as staff is low and people are generally not as responsive at night as they are during the day. (source). Sad that when my grandma stayed her code blue was in that timeframe. Can't help thing that if it were at a different time, maybe things would have been different.
Now my great-grandma is in the Intensive Care Unit. Tubes running everywhere, people on high anixety, wishing for the best when in reality aging occurs. Seemingly healthy elders can go in a split second, so is it time for me to start planning for the future? The future that doesn't include some people in my life due to whatever reason that fate uses to cut the strings of life. Maybe it just seems that its a concentrate rate of family members to hospital stays in this short period of time. Maybe it's the sad relatization of a generation to go on to another place. I just don't know anymore.
Coupled with that life seems to throw curve balls, deal a bad hand of cards and push you off the sidewalk every so often with other issues in life that somehow make you stronger but make you feel like shit in the mean time.