From my hospital bed (no, don’t worry)

Things are moving along nicely.  I got the call telling me there’s a hospital bed for me and as soon as we finished our meal we headed over see what this 48 hour stay might have in store for me.  A room on the 9th floor, facing East, gives me a view of Lake Michigan and the South side of Milwaukee,  but I suspect I won’t be sleeping in past sunrise!

We weren’t here long before the specialist’s PA stopped in, along with a raft of other staff, to do all the things they do to you when you enter the hospital. It has to have been more than 20 years since my last hospital stay (gall bladder in the days before minimally invasive surgery)   — by golly — hospitals have changed a lot! (he says as if he hasn’t even been IN a hospital which is so not true)  But the reason for mentioning it is I’m tickled with how attentive and how polite things are now — a significant difference from what I remember on my last hospital stay.

W Hotel Barcelona
W Hotel Barcelona

Seriously though,  I think back on the hospital rooms that I have known in my life, the room Peggy had when Kathryn was born some 40-ish years ago (not wanting to give away her age, women are sensitive about those things I’m told),  the room my dad had when he had his first and second by-pass surgery.  W Hotel Barcelona 2By comparison I fee like I’m in the W Hotel in Barcelona.  I haven’t paced off the room but I swear that my hospital room has more square feet of space than our coach! (But we have better designed storage!) And meal service…. well, it’s now ‘Room Service’ that I get to order by phone myself and schedule for delivery at any time I choose.  Sheesh…. I may get spoiled and not want to leave on Saturday.  Well, maybe if they weren’t poking me with needles I might feel that way but I’ll be ready to leave for sure, for sure, for sure.

I’ve been told that this is going to be a boring stay — and boring is good.  The only reason for being here is med loading with a new drug and making sure there are not reactions — so it’s not an event that should cause much/any concern — I’m just chilling and enjoying the good life.

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.



  1. My last stay the staff was good but I didn’t get your meal service. I didn’t hate the food they brought me, though, which is good. Hope your food is good, too.


    1. Linda, Isn’t it interesting how important food is to people! So many places you hear about their efforts to make sure people are enjoying their stay by trying to improve food service. I have to say it was ok. They put me on a cardio diet so it was bland, bland, bland compared to what I normally eat — and yet it was tasty, and well prepared.

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  2. You have a real sense of humor that is showing through on this post. I know hospitals have improved but I really had no gauge with which to measure. The only time I have ever been in the hospital it was in ICU with my dad. He did later get transferred but was at a point where he couldn’t order food for himself. Your place sounds fabulous! I haven’t run into that kind of service anywhere here.

    Your comment about food is so spot on. The first thing Rick said when he found out his knee surgery hospital stay would be three days…please bring me real food to eat. I told him I would do whatever the hospital allowed. Your saying it was good but bland is hopeful. I think he can take bland.I sure hope our hospital is just as accommodating as yours.

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    1. I have had a long relationship with this particular hospital even though I have not been a patient. My dad was in and out of that place a lot. Peggy worked in the hospital as an environmental tech when she first started there, and later moved into the billing department before the hospital joined the healthcare holding company that it is now. So, even though no one there KNOWS me. it feels a little like it’s home. Which I know sounds really weird.
      After mom died in 1990 my dad did not make it 4 months without having to be back in hospital for something. Over his lifetime he had 2 bypass surgeries and a heart valve replacement, and he donated money to the foundation so I got invited along with him to some very interesting functions where I saw a different aspect to their care for service than most people get to see.
      It is, bottom line, a hospital. And the problems that are the american healthcare system are just as prevalent there as anywhere else and as you’ll read in the next couple days not all went smoothly, not everything went without frustration, but all in all I’m really happy I have this place to come for care.


      1. I do understand your feeling of home. Rick’s ex -wife was a nurse and back in New York he knew every doctor and facility there. Sure he had his share of visits but there was a comfort just knowing the community, so to speak.

        Here, in Florida, he knows no one. But, as luck may have it…several of my clients are doctors and between them all, I know quite a bit about the facilities that are in a thirty mile radius, especially the one closest to us. Being Florida, there are a lot of them between in patient and outpatient. My connections also help when choosing which doctor to see….and boy has that paid off big time. For me, these connections were a godsend because my philosophy up to about two years ago was to avoid doctors at all cost and only in an emergency would I see one. Funny that I would end up with so many client’s as doctor with that viewpoints. 😀

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      2. Yeah — that’s it…. the idea of knowing the community, being comfortable with them, not being FRIGHTENED by things medical! I wish I’d been able to think that way when I wrote the blog! Thank you.
        Yeah, doctors are not all made of the same material! One of the people caring for me was a young Fellow, as in part of the Cardiac teaching program. He bent over backward to help me understand some aspects of my condition that I was having a hard time dealing with. I’m a good communicator but I was humbled by this young man’s understanding of human nature — THAT is a gift they cannot teach in school and that is a young man who is destined to be an exceptional physician.


      3. Speaking of young men being exceptional doctors. When I finally got off my rear end and sought out seeing a doctor, I ended up with a very young,(mid twenties) doctor in which I had to discuss a very feminine problem I was having. Honestly he was more caring and professional than any I had ever encountered…didn’t bat at an eye when, at the end he recommended that I get a colonoscopy since I was overdue. It was all about taking care of the physical body and he wanted to make sure I was up to date on care needed for my age.


      4. 🙂

        I enjoy any time I see someone who does their job exceptionally well.

        Now I pay more special attention than I did in my teens.

        For example, when I go to a resto I like to watch the staff. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching a mature waitress who’s been at her trade a good long time. When turning around in a single circle some of them will do 6 or 7 different tasks, while other waitresses will turn around 6 or 7 times. It’s poetry in motion. Economy of movement. Almost a choreography. I see similar beauty in other workers and excellence. Love it.

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      5. Yes, Rick and I often talk about this. There is something beautiful about watching someone do their job so well, so professionally…it’s a wonderful art form. The greatest thing about it is that we get immense pleasure watching someone who hasn’t got a clue that they are creating that affect…unless we tell them, of course! 😀

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      6. Well, of course. If they knew it wouldn’t be the same. Then it would be performance. Just being conscious of yourself as an object of observation changes HOW we behave. The honesty is gone.

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  3. Just don’t forget to order your meal like I did. It was no great loss. I was in for a three-day evaluation of my epilepsy and my husband brought me a milkshake when he came to visit. That was more filling than the food and all that I ate during the day. I was given portion controlled amounts and nothing was seasoned. Eggs were whites only. There was no cream for coffee. They sent a cartoon of nasty no-fat off color liquid that was supposed to be milk. Ugh! I don’t use artificial sweeteners because of link to seizures. The coffee was too bitter to drink black.
    My first meal was laughable, but not too terrible. They placed an ice cream scoop of mashed potatoes at twelve o’clock with 2 thin little slivers of sliced turkey on top and a teaspoon of gravy drizzled over it. The green beans were piled next to that; all of it barely took up a quarter of the plate. I had packed some sunflower seeds and raisins, so I had those to stave off any hunger. Bad thing was that I didn’t drop a single pound after those 3 days. I guess milkshakes are more calorie dense than I realized! 🙂
    I’ll keep you in my prayers.

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    1. The one thing I doubt I’ll ever do is forget about food! I love to eat — too much.
      The food was bland, bland, bland, but it was tasty. No fat, so not as tasty as I would make at home, but maybe I’m not supposed to be making it at home that way anymore. I do have to change how I live.
      That I like about their system here is that I can order everything on the menu that fits my diet plan and they’ll send it. For example, I had Panko crusted fish with green beans, squash, carrots and broccoli, and soup, and gelato. Not a lot of anything, but add it all together and it was enough to hold me to the next meal.
      As for weight — I’ve been gaining in the hospital but that is largely due to their taking me off my water pill.
      Oh well…..


  4. Think of hospital food as you would a TV dinner – don’t think, just eat 🙂 My only frame of reference for American hospitals stems from a friend’s tragedy 20 years ago.He was visiting Los Angeles with his wife. Following dinner they were crossing Melrose Ave. hand in hand (at a marked cross walk) when out of nowhere a repo-man (who just repossessed a vehicle, and was speeding away without lights on) struck his wife, throwing her 50 feet. She didn’t stand a chance and was kept on life support in Cedars for 3 days. As a Canadian, the hospital bill quickly grew to hundreds of thousand dollars. On day 2 the bargaining started – “give us her viable organs and we’ll cut the bill by this or that”. Alone, distraught and overwhelmed, he signed documents and pulled the plug on day 3 (his birthday and their wedding anniversary).

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    1. Sad, sad, sad.
      And the worst of it is that I’m sure the same thing happens over and over and over.
      I have mixed feelings about the subject of organ donation. It is a very varied practice here. Some states have organ rates considerably higher than others, and then you get states like CA which simply have so many residents that finding sufficient numbers of organs is impossible. As is, there are currently over 122,000 patients waiting for donations and only 10,000 people on the donation lists nationwide.
      Clearly — we are worth more dead than alive.

      As for eating…. yup — that was what I did basically. Though I have to say, when i worked at a hospital years and eons ago I was impressed by the QUALITY of product that came into the hospital (the things you see in the Purchasing Department) 🙂

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