Back to last night....
I was kicked out of Justin's room last night at 1:00am as another patient was getting ready to get admitted. Needless to say, I was not happy about it! I was tired and cranky so I made a point to make the nurses life difficult as they once again gave away our private room due to someone else being much more difficult. We have been patient and understanding but I guess that really does not take you anywhere these days.
I left around 1, waited for the valet people to find my car for 30 minutes and finally made it home after 2 am. The entire ride home I was having a coversation with myself about how I was going to just raise a stink about the way things went with our room situation. Prior to last night my priority was getting Justin better and through surgery,but after he came back to the room I wanted him to be comfortable and taken care of without having a roomate to deal with. I asked if Justin would lose his spot for a private room because he was headed to surgery and they assured me that he wouldn't....even though we lost our spot for three days straight due to incompetent people who worked on the floor.... Well, by the time we came back from surgery someone else got the private room. Ugh!
I came in this morning ready to bite someone's head off and thankfully I got the extra push that I needed from our old roomates ( remember the 88 year old sweet couple)...The wife was so sweet as she gave me advice that being nice will not get me far. She might have used some pretty shocking words in her speech (which I will not repeat) and I headed to the nurses station. I was firm, straight forward and was not about to back down...
Justin begged me to be nice and I promised I would tone it down a bit. We have now been through three big hospitals and I am just at the end of my rope. We finally had the person in charge of rooms come see us. She was not very understanding and was trying to lecture us about how things work here. Justin and I joined forces as we repated what she was choosing not to hear. She finally decided that we were not giving up. It is funny how when you mention making a formal complaint about stuff things get resolved very fast... She was not the most customer service oriented person at all.
I told Justin after she left that I was frustrated she was treating us like she works in the retail business and we are trying to buy a shirt...It was a hard conceept for her that a patient after his big surgery needs privacy and rest as opposed to people keeping him up with snoring or nurses doing admission survey until 2 in the morning...UGH! It is just plain scary as many times as I have seen and even heard how "the night crew" is just not the best...GREAT - I will leave my loved one on his/her own and hope you do your job...CRAZINESS!
OKAY - so I got completely sidetracked from the original post as you might wonder why the title is BLESSED ...morning theraphy session is now over....
Now that my mean, judgemental and frustrated side is all done venting ( HA!) I really wanted to document how faithful God has been as I document all the answered prayers so far. I will definitley pray about the mean, judgmental and frustrated Tamara in a minute- don't worry!
In no particular order- here are our praises:
- the fact that everything possible was done to confirm that the surgery was the absolute must and best solution for Justin
- surgery going well
- first hours of recovery being smooth
- our babies being taken care of as they are enjoying being loved and spoiled by family - Luka and Mia have both gotten very used to Daddy doing so much and as we have struggled with their behaviors, Luka's night terrors, separation anxeity for the past several weeks- we are thankful that during the past 72 hours they have adapted extremly well to the circumstances of these daily changes.
- support from everyone through e-mails, texts, visits
- meals being provided - last night while in the waiting room I had a full dinner waiting on me as I walked in...it was just like I was at home...lasagna, salad, drinks, napkins, cookies ...Thank you to the Watsons and Haley, Anna and Tim...Tim was even crazy enough to run and get me a milk shake as he learned how much I love them....
- Justin's workplace has been truly amazing as we have been dealing with his health for the past two years. I could go on for days about what they have done for us and how incredible their support has been.
- My workplace...actually I prefer calling it "my home away from home" as my bosses, my coworkers and my team are my second family...they have been there for me for the past two years in ways that words could never explain. There is not enough blog space to cover the details of their love, support and understanding yet they still continue to blow me away with their generosity and caring.
- kindess of complete strangers as you will hear about below
- our 88 year old roomates as they have kept me distracted, motivated and inspired...true love after 60 years is hard to find and was so special to witness this week...
This morning before heading to the hospital I decided to go turn in my defensive driving stuff to the court from a ticket from few months ago. Don't you feel special now- you are getting to know mean, frustrated, judgemental and now breaks-the-law-Tamara all in one sitting....I did mention the roller coaster of emotions so you have been warned! No, I am not a crazy driver- I just tend to have really bad luck! I walked up to the counter with my defensive driving course certificate and my driving record but I could not find any of the other things as I have completely lost track of where I put things at home this week. My eyes still puffy from crying, the dark circles from the lack of sleep, and no make up probably gave the lady at the counter an idea of my rough week.
I explained that I don't have everything I needed=' and she told me that it was okay. She gave me an affidavit to get notarized and I just couldn't believe how nice she was. I just asked her to check to make sure I was not late with turning everything in ( I was pretty sure it was by this Friday)...She looked in the computer and said : "Oh no- it was supposed to be done by Monday"....At this point the tears were making their appreance, I was getting choked up as I have never been in this situation before, and before I could even make it past "My husband is in the hospital"...she nicely told me to get the paper to the notary and come right back....WHAT??? I got my stuff and ran to the post office...I left the post office place in tears because as I tried to pay for the notary services my in-laws friend who owns the place told me that she would like to take care of the fee as a contribution to this week getting better for us...WHAT??? Tears rolling again...I came back to the court house and now I had to explain everything to another lady at the counter...before I could get into the full story the lady from before came up and just told me to take a deep breath, give them everything and just go back to my husband...It literally took 2 seconds....I know I was supposed to pay a fee when I turned everything in but they just smiled and said everything was fine....WHAT???
Talk about God wrapping his arms around me...Blessed? YEP- I think so!
Now we are off to the big countdown...countdown of machines getting turned off, tubes getting taken out, breathing exercises, walking and hopefully eating very soon...


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