Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Where's The Beef?
Okay. We're home. It was a long day and not nearly, for some reason, as much fun as the day we spent the day at the hospital finding out that Kathleen had cancer. I guess part of the reason is that Dr. G, the Famous Italian Pathologist, was not involved. At all.
It was sad.
And on that day, the day that Kathleen got prodded and poked with a big long needle and fluid drawn off her lungs and her thyroid got biopsied, we were all OVER that floor and got to meet lots of fun and interesting people.
Today we spent the entire time in a very small room with a view of the roof next to us and windows of the building next to us. I noticed this...thing...
across the way and it turns out it is NOT an empty giant condom, it is part of a reverse isolation room.
No. You do not need to know what that is. I vaguely remember the theory of reverse isolation from nursing school but it's weird and odd to realize that something which looks like THAT can be part of the technology.
So there we were, Judy and Kathleen and I, and Kathleen drowsed through most of it. They gave her her teaching and her pamphlets and her chemicals and they brought up a sandwich for lunchtime. Around three o'clock two volunteer ladies came through with a tea-cart with a silver tea pot and cookies and brownies and that was freaking sweet. Kathleen was asleep so she missed it which is too bad because that was really the high point of the day. There was a place on the wall where a TV had been but there was no TV.
Look- if there's one place in the fucking hospital where a TV might come in handy, it might be the room where people get chemo. For hours at a time.
It's done. The first of three. At least.
And when we got back to the house here, Freddie was filming Owen (the actor, not the grandson) in the old barn on the east side of the property and Kathleen and I helped him, holding that thing which must be held (it has something to do with sound) and Kathleen held his other lens (that is not a metaphor) and then did a sound effect for him so that was awesome. Freddie got bit by something and we went in the house and I treated the bite with a paste of baking soda and water and gave him a Benadryl.
I'm a handy person to have around, don't you think?
And that's been my day. How about yours?