Monthly Archives: January 2012

A matter of life and death.

A hospital setting is an awful place to have conversations.  Small talk usually isn’t anywhere to be had on the menu.  Topics range from the body’s input and output (yes, even the guests pitched in on this one. Especially the over-70 crowd, oddly obsessed as they are with bodily functions); the disease history of one’s family (those half-siblings you half ignore do count, you know); whether the fact that the majority of medical terms are in Italian could be part […]

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Patience for patients. Caregiving 101.

Nobody really likes being in a hospital, not the visitors, not the staff (and I’m going by facial expressions alone, here) and especially not the patients.  Even if they’re being attended to with the greatest of care and compassion, patients are a surly lot.  Why wouldn’t they be?  They’re not comfortable, they’re not sleeping well and they’re basically not themselves.  Come to think of it, that probably applies to the hospital staff and visitors, too.  For over a week, I […]

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No rest for the wicked

There is no sleep to be had in a hospital, no matter how good you feel or are. The woman starring in the role of “Mother” in the play that is my life is not well, so I’ve had to check into Motel Sicks this week, sleeping on the cot of the incarcerated. Plastic pillow and all. The patients have been…interesting, since we’ve been here. One fella hollered so much last night, he required four security officers, restraints and Haldol. […]

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Loans, tigers and bearers, oh my!

Please forgive me for not writing lately. I’ve been a bit busy.  Well, not just “busy” (which I love) or “crazy busy” (which I don’t mind either).  It has been more a crazy-making, crazy-busy that’s kept me from sitting with my weekly mug of tea to share with all of you.  I’m going through a rather large life event and it’s toying with my ability to put fingers to keys for Tea with T.  Not that I’m not writing, I’m […]

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