Hate ignorant azzes!
No, my husband’s hospitalization is not taking a brutal toll on my level of tolerance and on my degree of expectations.
There’s just a lot of dumb azzes out there that people like me have to placate and tolerate.
Slammed over the past five weeks with the stress and strain of being care taker, mom, wife, chauffeur, business executive, nurse, chaplain, humorists, and lots of unimaginable roles so maybe you are thinking that I am just a tad bit sensitive about people and nonsensical things!
No. My sentiments would remain the same regardless of the environmental factors.
Bottom-line, just can’t stand anyone who is a simpleton!
You be the judge…..
Isn’t it amazing that folks had the gumption, “brass balls,” and the audacity to invasively inquire about minute details relative to my husband’s illness?
Whoa.
Don’t you think that your probing questions are much too personal to ask either of the patient, family members, or even the spouse?
Duh!
For an example, suppose you were being treated for genital herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, genital warts, Chlamydia, crabs, HIV, Aids, or any diseases pertaining to the penis, scrotum, uterus, nipples, or anus? Would you REALLY want YOUR medical diagnosis released, discussed, consumed, and circulated by your “well-meaning” friends, family, and co-workers?
I don’t THINK so!
Remember, the initial hours of a loved one’s hospitalization is “event central” and decision makers such as the spouse is probably burned out from busily handling the onslaught from processing voluminous paper work and other issues that will wreak havoc on their cognitive state and frazzled emotions. Consequently, they do not have the time, stamina, desire, and willpower to entertain your multiple insidious inquiries.
Further, etiquette 101, which obviously some folks don’t possess, dictates that any inquisitiveness about the patient’s health should remain suspended until such time the spouse or even the patient feels comfortable in sharing that information with your nosey and gossipy butt!
And, the beat goes on…..
Wished that I had $50.00 for every time somebody stated to me “let me know what I can do for you” or “call me if you need anything.” Noted that majority of these consolers-in-chief were folks that we had lavishly entertained in the past.
Fakers!
Buddy, during this harrowing time “all hands are on deck.” Instead of fabricating a hollow gesture, hatching an insincere statement regarding your availability, or making phony pretenses that you sincerely want to contribute to the family’s welfare, how about just “showing up” unannounced with your mower in tow and cut the freakin’ grass or swing by your local eatery or food market and buy the family a $5.00 chicken meal.
Action speaks louder than words!
Stunned into rare silence when Walter and Desiree unexpectedly cooked us a good ole-fashioned barbecue supper one Sunday afternoon. Other “earth angels” who were sensitive to our plight included our neighbor Clint and his wife. Without hesitation, he readily mowed our lawn while Kelli blessed us with a delectable casserole and a yummy dessert. Later, had to call upon Clint again as Mantha and I desperately needed his assistance with the burial of our beloved pet, Tuesday.
Thank you!
Touched by the expressions of kindness, genuine thoughtfulness, and benevolence from my classy friends, Wesley and Jackie. Both pleasantly surprised me by serving as surrogates for my husband and ensured that my birthday was still observed with celebratory flair and gaiety by bestowing me with gifts, dinner, lunch, fellowship, lots of laughter, silliness, and a much needed respite from the routine of doctors, nurses, medical updates, and decisions.
Sweet!
Meanwhile, behooves the “hell out of me” but still haven’t intellectually grasp why some folks felt the necessity to recommend to my ailing husband a host of untested home remedies or they felt the need to discuss in horrible detail stories about the insurmountable and tragic demise of others who had the similar chronic health problem and condition.
Thanks for the hopeful outlook, dawg!
Insult to injury, still can’t get over the fact that a couple of visitors candidly offered medical advice bordering on witchcraft.
Hey, dude. Ain’t interested in any of your potions, ointments, gels, roots, salves, vitamins, teas, oils, supplements or anything that resembles hoo doo or voo doo!
Idiots!
Equally uncouth to me was the transmission of an electronic “get well” card. Any moron should know that hospitals’ protocol strongly discourages patients from bringing personal property to the facility; consequently, the “dummy” should have deduced that this would preclude the patient from having access to their E-mail account thus limiting their ability to receiving or reading transmitted messages.
Additionally, perhaps sending electronic cards bodes well for this current generation, but as for me, this practice is insultingly rude and in “bad taste.”
Crass!
Any medical practitioner would agree that it is paramount to the optimum survival of a patient to be surrounded with love, joy, peace, happiness, spirituality, calm, encouragement, laughter, compassion, a positive attitude, stress control, friendship, hope, and other positive stimulation that will expedite the healing of the body. Sashaying into a sick person’s room with unsettled grudges, schizophrenic attitudes, and unwarranted hullaballoo woefully constricts wellness.
Visitors should remain aware of various nuances, chemistry, thoughts, and subtle emotions they may subliminally, unwittingly, and inadvertently communicate to the incapacitated person. The “secret” to rebounding from any illness is the power of optimism. Vocalizing and exhibiting anything short of that is counterproductive to the welfare of the patient and unappreciated by the worried and anxious family.
Ecstatic to inform my devoted readers and fans that Nicholas has miraculously rebounded from his illness and was discharged from the hospital (aka) room 138 yesterday and wobbly walked into the welcoming arms of his deliriously happy wife and daughter.
Welcome home, babe! Welcome home, dad!
Regrettably, our treasured pet, Tuesday, did not live to partake in this momentous homecoming, but we are comforted in knowing that her legacy of puppy love, friendship, and companionship will endure forever in our collective hearts.
Love, optimism, and faith were the potent by product which significantly contributed to the recovery and extension of my husband’s life. Thrilled that Nicholas’ vital organs rejected the “disease of limitation” in favor of the “psychology of inspiration.”
“When adversity stares you in the face, give it a big smile!”
