Well, Calypso is in the hospital again. She will be there at least a couple of days. She is disheartened and tired. I won't lie, so am I. I have to give a shout out to a nurse manager who finally took me seriously and sought out the answers no one else was giving me. She advocated with me for Calypso to see a competent doctor who carefully answers questions and made the decision to admit. I'm thankful for all of that, but I am still very tired. I'm reminding myself to continue to be aware of the good things happening in spite of the things that are wearying and worrisome. To that end here is a conversation I had with a patient who had no idea what I was going through at work yesterday (hysterical phone calls from a child and me trying to chase down doctors and answers while getting the run around). Thanks to all for the prayers, good thoughts, and well wishes. I'd appreciate any you'd continue to send our way.
The patient, we'll call him Milton, is currently going through a series of exercises to strengthen himself. One involves holding in each hand pulleys which are connected to the weight machine. He then must make a shrugging motion as he lifts. It was the end of the night, my cleaning night at work, and I was scurrying around gathering the garbage.
Milton: (exercising very deliberately as he checks his form in the mirror) Hey, Michelle, ask me a question!
Me: (giving a confused look) Huh?
Milton: (grinning like the Cheshire Cat) Ask me a question, any question at all!
Me: Uh...ok. What's the square root of 49?
Milton: (with an exaggerated shrug in his exercise and an impishly quizzical expression) I don't know!
Me: (bursting out in laughter as I continue gathering trash) Good one, Milt! Ya got me!
Milton: (giggling like a kid) Ask me another one!
Me: (chuckling and still working) What's the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Milton: (smiling ear to ear and giggling as he shrugs in exercise again) I don't know! Ask me another! Ask me another!
Me: (laughing and dumping another bin into the big garbage bag) What's the meaning of life?
Milton: (pauses in silence then looks over his shoulder at me)
Me: (looking up to see if he heard my question)
Milton: (seeing he has made eye contact drops his voice to a gentle tone) That's easy...to love.
Me: (struck to my core) You're absolutely right, Milton. Thank you, first for the laughter, then for the truth. You made my night.