Still, there were good points during my stay thanks to some extra special staff.
I’m not one to play favorites normally, but Nurse Aisha will always have a special place in my heart. She took care of me three evenings in a row. In spite of lackluster equipment (her cart couldn’t even take my blood pressure), and a tech shortage on night one, Aisha was there to take care of me whenever I gave her a ring from my room’s phone. More than that though, I directly credit Aisha with saving my life. In addition to my bowel obstruction, I had developed serious breathing issues. One of the doctors had given me a spirometer, but given my physical and mental state, it wasn’t something I had a lot of interest in. That a surgeon had knocked it off my table and onto the floor didn’t help my opinion of it.
When I recounted that last bit to Aisha, she immediately pitched the spirometer in the trash. It was about that time I noticed that she was wearing a subtle pineapple scent; for a guy who hadn’t eaten in some time, it was absolutely intoxicating. I began breathing deeply to take it all in. I’m guessing Aisha recognized what was happening, and she even let me borrow the bottle the scent came in to help my breathing.
Then there was Nurse Chastity. In spite of only spending one day together, she left an impression on me as being one of the most compassionate and competent nurses in the hospital. One example of that compassion was how she went far out of her way to get me a popsicle. The poor thing had the consistency of a banana by the time she was able to get it back to me, but it was an amazing treat all the same. I didn’t complain at all.
Another honorable mention was the tech, Laxmi. Our relationship developed in an odd manner: I was listening to Baba O’Riley by The Who when she walked in to take my vitals. I asked Laxmi if she was familiar with the song; she replied that she didn’t listen to American music. Being a minor music buff, I proceeded to inform her that the song was by a British band, not American. Further, I advised her that the title of the song was partly a reference to Meher Baba, an Indian guru who had a profound influence upon The Who’s primary songwriter and lead guitarist, Pete Townshend. After that, she was always down to listen to me blather on about one thing or another.
It took until Saturday, 07/30/2022 to begin the clamping trial.