Before the surgery, I really had no idea who Dr. P was or what he looked like. (I am not using his full name here as I don’t have permission from him and don’t want to intrude on his privacy). Looking at him when he delivered the good post-surgery news I discovered he was a sixty-year-old or so guy with white hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He came in a couple more times that day to check on me. When my wife was not there to sign for me he always grabbed the paper and pencil to give me a “normal” conversation and that is very unusual for a doctor to do. Most of the time they almost refuse to write things down for me, let alone chitchat. I don’t know why but doctors are especially bad at that, but not this one. Dr. P went out of his way to treat me like one of his friends.
I also noticed that he was wearing jeans and a regular shirt. I later found out that he was one of the most popular of the 350 doctors with the staff at my hospital. He never wears a tie or suit and drives an old pickup truck! He is unlike any other doctor I have ever had. You would never guess that he was a brain surgeon but instead maybe a farmer! It turns out that he also did the brain surgery of a good friend of mine who helps me around the homestead and like me, he simply loves Dr. P. I look forward to seeing him in the future for follow-up recuperation appointments.
Sam, short for Samatha, was my critical care daytime RN for the two days I was in that part of the hospital. We spent quite a bit of time together and I felt I got to know her pretty well. She is a “traveling RN”, that is she moves around the country working in one hospital then another. Her last stint was in Alaska. She works three twelve hour shifts in the CCU and then has the rest of the week off to explore. She is a millennial who shuns high heels and makeup but has a very natural beauty that quickly shines through. She says she wants to be known for what she does, not what she puts on her body. With people like her in charge of the future of our country, I feel confident that it is in good hands indeed. I met a kindred spirit in Sam those two days but she was not the only one.
Keli, the night RN was very different from Sam but just as confident in her abilities to take care of herself. Being deaf, I seem to be able to draw out people with their family stories of adversity and her father has his share. He is my age and facing a very difficult time in his life. I tried to give some moral support.
I interacted with perhaps a dozen different people and every one of them was friendly and very good at their jobs My hospital might not be the biggest one in the area but in my opinion, it is the best. The road ahead for me is not going to be particularly easy but with their support, I will handle whatever comes toward me.
I left out some interesting stories about my stay but I think that is enough for now. I”m sure in the future I will be filling in some holes in this dramatic experience.
4 thoughts on “My Personal Experience with Brain Trauma – Part 3”
My goodness, Rod! What an ordeal you have been through.! We have been away for a winter break so I was behind on catching up with my facebook reading. I hope you continue to heal and quickly.
As to your experience at the local hospital, I feel that they always do an excellent job of taking care of their patients. I have been in the emergency room several times and I can’t say enough good things about them and the care in the whole hospital including the overworked staff.
I wish you a complete recovery. I will keep up on your blog. I really like reading your thoughts and perspective on life. Joyce
Thanks for the kind words Joyce, I too enjoy your Facebook page and find myself “liking” almost everything you do. It has been quite an experience and hopefully the most dramatic part is over. The doctor says I have to take it very easy for the next month or so. That will be a challenge for me.
LIfe’s lessons make us wiser and more emphatic to those who struggle. I am just glad I made it through this experience as I, like everyone else, want to go to heaven but don’t want to die to get there… 🙂
Glad it went so well, R.J. Sounds like a great doctor and team at your hospital. It sure helps to have confidence in your caregivers. And the good news is, they probably fixed any loose screws you might have had up there :). Too soon to joke ???
Oh Jane, thank you for the kind words. I do have some loose screws but I kind of doubt that they took care of those and no it is never too soon to joke. Laughing about all this is what makes it even tolerable. (ha). I am still struggling with some of this but will it will eventually be behind me. I am supposed to be totally resting but still have two more doctor’s appointments this week.