It’s that time again. It’s always when I find myself wrestling with the trials and tribulations of life that I am reminded that it is a waste of time to fight against the current and much easier to deal if I just accept what is and roll with it.
The last two weeks have pretty much run the gamut on my emotions and, with each dramatic turn, I found myself fighting, fighting, fighting against what was happening instead of breathing and accepting. It wasn’t until today, after about my 40th crying fit that the lightbulb suddenly went on in my brain and peace washed over me at last. It was as though a cool rush of water ran over me, starting at the tip of my head and continuing on down until it reached my feet and settled. Ah, sweet and inevitable acceptance.
My first thought was, So this pregnancy hasn’t exactly been ideal. So what? At least the baby’s okay and that is ALL that matters. After that, everything clicked into place and, for the first time in weeks, I felt focused and determined to ride the these rapids.
Which, of course, has led to another installment of G&A.
This week’s Attitude goes out to:
- The ER staff at Royal Inland Hospital. I know it is out of your control because of budget concerns and the like and the ER is understaffed and doesn’t have enough beds, but you people CHOSE to become health care professionals. Would it kill you to treat people kindly or to exercise some logical judgment to determine that a woman who is in danger of losing her unborn child is a tad higher up on the critical list than six toddlers with the sniffles. And is it rocket science to figure out that a man who has cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy should not be told to sit in the main waiting room full of sick people while his immune system is terribly compromised. If you don’t like your job, QUIT or transfer – don’t take it out on the people who are in dire straits and need a sympathetic ear at this critical time.
- The parents of those children in the ER who had colds. Seriously. Have you ever heard of a Walk-in clinic? We watched all of you waltz in and get rushed into the ER ahead of critical patients (some of us who had been waiting three to four hours by then), only to come walking out ten minutes later with smiling, laughing really sick kids. It’s only a bad cold, we heard two of you say as you came out of the back. No shit?Your kid running around the waiting room, smiling and laughing while wiping his snot on people and coughing without covering his mouth wasn’t your first clue that just maybe he wasn’t really that sick????
- The whole “waiting to be called up for surgery” ordeal. We could have done without that extra stress on top of worrying that I was going to go into labor at any second.
Phew, I feel better already.
This week’s Gratitude goes out to:
- The nursing staff on the L&D floor at RIH. You ladies are what made my stay last week bearable and I am so very grateful that all of you genuinely enjoy your jobs and actually care about your patients. I’ll be sending all of you a little something to let you know how awesome you are and how much I appreciate you.
- Donna and Kim. For visiting me while I was trapped in the hospital and for everything you’ve done since then (the baby outfits, the cooking, the cleaning, the company and laughs) for us. I am truly blessed to have friends such as you in my life.
- Carrie. Thank you for your generosity and your thoughtfulness. You’re a gem.
- My “moms”, Marianne and Lorna, for the food and cleaning services. Thank you for making our lives easier during the past week.
- Sweet Spot Cupcakes. No matter how rough my day gets, your butter cream icing can always put a huge smile on my face (and can always make the baby dance a little jig). Everything in moderation, though. If I eat many more of you, I’ll be as big as a beluga whale in a short time!
- Uncle Richard and Auntie Terri. For driving all the way up from Langley to visit me for just a few hours. It was so good to see you both and I wish we lived closer. You are such good people! I love you guys!
- Johnny 5. For lending me your leather recliner for the next three months, for the flowers and for keeping Juno for the day so he had company while we were waiting for my surgery! Best FIL ever!
- Dad. For lending me the entire Wheel of Time series in hopes that the 13 books (that are between 700-1000 pages each) will keep me somewhat busy and distracted.
- Andrew. For coming over to walk Juno when you had time to kill.
- Dr. Human. Many people say that you don’t have much of a bedside manner, but I happen to think you’re fantastic and I always know I’m in good hands with you…and you make me laugh.
- The Universe. For reminding me to suck it up and go with the flow.
Good night my friends, I wish you all enough…and, because a blog is always better with a picture, here is a shot of the Dolly that Greg fished out of the river the other night. Do you think he was excited about his catch at all?