The ordeal is over. Well, at least the hospital part for my dear Dad. He and I have similar temperaments and now we have another thing in common: metal in our bodies. His is a metal plate with 10 screws in his upper left arm, fusing his broken humerus.
My miraculous CI sound was really put to the test throughout the day of surgery, and I silently thanked God for my bilateral hearing time and time and time again. When I heard Mom introduce me to one of the nurses, "This is our daughter. She is my ears.", the wonder of those words warmed my heart to the core.
While we were in the crowded waiting room during Dad's operation, there was a hall announcement of a code red emergency, something about a fire alarm on the 5th floor. I heard it and could tell Mom what was going on! While the room buzzed with numerous conversations and a TV mounted high up in a corner droned on with some news program to which no one was listening, the desk phone rang. Since I was seated close by and no one else seemed to be making a move to answer it, I picked it up. The gist of the conversation was something like this: "Is this a volunteer? (No) Are you a waiting family member? (Yes) Is Patricia D - - - there? (Excuse me?) Patricia D - - - from Daytona Beach (Sorry, what's the name again?) Patricia D - - -, D-E-E-N-G. (I'll ask . . . Is there a . . . .) WOW! Later I heard the all-important message about Dad and his assigned room number.
Based on names such as Graal, Lucretia, Mojak, and Chandra, you might guess that most of Dad's nursing staff were not as American as apple pie. Just as I would become accustomed to one nurse and her "signature" accent, her shift would end and another one would arrive. As soon as she spoke her first sentence, she would reveal yet another unusual dialect. To be fair, there was a Denise from New York and a Krista from Georgia or some place where a southern drawl as thick as spoon bread is commonplace. An oriental lady from admitting arrived sometime in the afternoon, toting a laptop and needing to ask umpteen questions which I'd answered at least a half dozen times already. She and I went out in the hall. I think I asked for only one repeat!
Gerry and I drove my parents home on Friday evening 
after an exhausting 2 days of hospital routine. Mom had been allowed to spend the night in a recliner and kept both her hearing aids on to tend to Dad's needs when the nurses were not around. Despite considerable post-op pain, I'm sure their own bed must have felt wonderful.
4 comments:
it's over too! I must have misunderstood as I thought it was next Thursday! So glad they are home and resting in their own beds now too! Your dad looks GREAT, in spite of all he's been through! I continue to lift all of you up in prayer!
So cool about hearing through the different accents, etc.! That's wonderful!
Sheila - I hope your father continues to heal as well and that his smile gets even bigger! It was nice to see a photo of your mom too. She hasn't changed at all since that GA Peach Retreat so many years ago! Thanks for keeping us updated. BTW, Livie turned 5 yesterday! Edie Gibson
Dearest Sheila
Your precious mom and dad have been in our prayers. We were so encouraged to read your write up. Even more so how being bilateral bionic has helped you tremendously in such needed situations. Our prayers will continue to be with you
Hugs to you
Kim
You dad has been in my thoughts, I am glad to see that he is resting comfortably.
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