My readers know that I never shy away from showering praise on the healthcare professionals who surround me. I have tremendous gratitude for the time and attention they give me, often to the detriment of other patients.
At the same time, I have come to realize the shining bright side of not rising to the top of the “attention list.” It means that whoever it is, isn’t so worried about me and that, for whatever reason, I don’t need all the attention in the world.
The problem, I’ve found, lay with the attitude and manner in which I’m treated. In my mind, there is no room for dismissiveness and belittling by anyone, for any reason.
And that’s what happened to me today.
Perhaps what made the afternoon so difficult was that I was treated to such behavior by someone for whom I have great respect. Someone who, just a few weeks ago, saved my life. And someone toward whom I would have no hesitation or fear in entrusting my life, once again, as long as it is in the operating room.
To put it succinctly, my appointment today did not go as I had hoped.
Bottom line, I still have my fourth and last surgical drain in place, where it will remain at least until October 22nd. I also still have my open wounds to deal with. Two openings have become three, and it looks like two of the three are about to merge into one nice big one. (Photos available upon request! – You know who you are…)
So, the next magical date in October 22 and, until then, I’m in a holding pattern that will include more High Holy Days, family visits, day trips and untold gastronomical delights. OK, I guess I could do worse…