My bro, B. was going to pic her up if she was released in the morning & I was to pic her up if in the afternoon.
When I got off of work at 2pm, I called and asked for the nurses' station from the parking lot of work, which I was connected to. This is where the fun began. I was told "she" would find out for me if Ma was being or had been released and she'd be right back.
I was on-hold from the time I started my vehicle to the time I got off of the elevator on the floor of my mothers' room at the nurses station. 28 minutes! I walked up to the nurses' station, apparently looking none too happy, where upon a nurse asked if she could help me. I said "yes, listen," and hit the speaker button on my phone so she & the other 3 nurses sitting there could hear the familiar music + "We appreciate your patience, someone will be right with you." I then proceeded to tell them that I had been on-hold for all the time it too me to drive from work to here. It was at that point that another of these nurses picked up her phone and disconnected the call.
I'm sure you've already guessed my mood at that moment. I went to my moms room and waited until the manager came in. She did try to apologize but we all now that that doesn't help. She actually told me that I could've hung-up and called back. Somehow, I don't now how, but somehow I stayed in my seat. I then explained to her that, yes, I'd thought of that myself but since no one knew I was coming, I just thought I'd see what happens. Well, I found out. NOTHING happens.
By the way, as I said mom is still there. I took her a change of clothes today & her phone so that when she is sprung loose, she has something to where & is able to call us.
There were a few other items of mis-(or should I say lack of) communication that repeatedly occurred but I won't bore you with the details. Just know that I wrote an email describing in detail the unbelievable events of the past 2 days to the patient care of the hospital. I can't help but wonder what kind of response I'll receive.
I just don't get the medical profession and it's seeming lack of respect of patients and families of patients, their time, concerns, fears. Any of it. I just don't get it.
On to a lighter note.
I went to a cowboy nightclub last week to celebrate the birthday of K., another friend/co-worker. Boy, was I out of my element. However, I did have fun. Did the Electric Slide, danced with my friends, chit-chatted. All in all, it was a fun time. Expanding my horizons. Tee-hee! I did wear 1 of my new s__t-kicker boots. Very cool & comfy.
I was finally able to get back to dance class last night. It felt good to move that way again. Sadly, no class tomorrow but I'll be back on track, next week.
I'm going to be testing out my new idea for a class format on my friends at work next week. I'm pretty excited about it. I gave 1 friend a brief run-through and she really seemed to like it. It's only going to be a 30 minute class, although it could be a full 45 minute class if wanted, but it packs a powerful punch. Simple, short and tough, though can be adapted by anyone to their abilities. I can't wait.
I took my pals' D.'s Beg. TRX class on Wednesday. Whoa! I think her beginning class is the same as anyone else's regular TRX class. Quite a workout. I was so thrilled that I could do everything but 1 portion of 1 exercise. Prior to my surgery, I had great difficulty performing many of the exercises, and in many instances couldn't, because it put so much strain on my knee. It was amazing to know that although my strength still hasn't come back yet that I can do these exercises and just keep getting stronger. Regaining my prior strength, long lost but on the regain mode, is important to me. The pain I felt was muscular weakness not joint pain. That I can fix. Yahooey-looey!
The 1 thing I couldn't do was "run" with my heels in the cradle and hips up off of the floor. I got my feet in, laid back, lifted my hips but thats as far as I got. The "running" just wasn't gonna happen yet. BUT, thats ok, something for me to work towards. I just held my hips up with my feet in the cradles. That was still pretty tough, let me tell you. Thought my hammy's were gonna explode outa my legs.
In the words of James Brown, "I feel good...and I knew that I would, now."
I just looked into the other room and all 3 of the "boys" are out cold. Putney's dreaming away. His paws are twitching so he must be running swiftly through the fields. Ah, the life.
I bet if an alien came down to our earth, he'd go to the 1st dog he/she/it came to ask to srr their leader. We walk them, feed them, clean their poop, throw things for them, play with them, etc., etc., etc. They'd believe them to be the dominate species.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Peace out folks. find what moves you and makes you happy.