Monthly Archives: January 2009

Hospital Hospitality

Jordan just got out of the hospital after having a skin graft to replace the skin that was damaged before Christmas when he pulled a cup of hot cider onto himself.  We have battled one particular portion of the wound for four weeks now, and the doctors decided it was time to speed things up by grafting.

Let me just say that the doctors and nurses were excellent–very nice and kind and efficient, and I’m pretty sure that Jordan didn’t mind his stay there at all.  In fact, by the end of our 3-day stint, he had all the nurses wrapped around his little finger, and he was getting all the applesauce and pudding he could eat simply by flashing them his little goofy grin.
And the parents were treated very well, too.  But here’s the thing.  I’m pretty sure I’m too old for these all-nighters, like the ones pulled in the hospital.  I learned the hard way that I can no longer function on three hours of sleep per night.  Can’t be done.  I was a zombie for the next couple of days.
I know the hospital staff has to do their jobs, and they are great about that…some of them are even religious about it.  I admire them for being so diligent in their work, and I completely understand the need to regularly take vitals and all that good stuff.
But here’s the kicker…and remember, we’re in a children’s hospital, where it might sometimes be impossible to get the little munchkins to actually sleep.  After the last round of vitals and medicine at 9:15, Jordan finally was able to fall asleep and get some rest.  At 10:30 p.m., someone came into the room to change out the trash.  10:30!  I don’t care if I have a fully loaded dumpster waiting for pick-up…you don’t need to get it at 10:30 at night.  And then, as if that weren’t enough, at 11:30, a charge nurse comes in the room, and I thought to myself that surely he must be back to take more vitals.  Nope.  Wanna guess what he was there for?  Don’t even try, because you would never be able to guess, so I’ll tell you.  He was there at 11:30 p.m. to check the temperature of the room’s mini refrigerator!  Uh-huh, the refrigerator.  Unless that thing was on fire, they really did not need to check it at almost midnight.
Ok, aside from the minor annoyances, they really were great, and everyone took great care of our little guy.  But, just for the record, anytime I need to check anything in my refrigerator, it will not be at 11:30 at night.