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<p>The transition from hospital to home can be exhausting…here’s hoping that we’ll hear from you soon, LTS.</p>

<p>I was out of town for a week, and just spent the last hour and a half reading the 18 pages that I’ve missed out on. LTS, you are an inspiration; there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you…hoping you’re feeling better, thinking of your D, admonishing myself when I whine about something.</p>

<p>If I had your address, I’d send you some purple socks… The image is too good!</p>

<p>following up on padad’s last post (#3819):</p>

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<p>–Issa (1763-1827)</p>

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<p>For what it is worth 20 hours give or take to read it all - plus some of the side roads that this thread forces you to take… </p>

<p>Like the cat who came for dinner and stayed…</p>

<p>Welcome scualum.</p>

<p>Goodnight sweet LTS. Thinking of you. And yes, home is a magic word.</p>

<p>The lot of you are so entertaining, there’s enough psychological medicine here to cure a number of ills…</p>

<p>On a serious note, thank you to everyone who is taking the time to read this thread…and…for those of you in the human resources profession, I’d be very appreciative if you could look to make impact in your organizations, if you aren’t already…</p>

<p>Let’s start with the issue that I am very sick right now. I am fighting, and I intend to win, but, at the moment, I am very sick. It turns out I had/have pneumonia. I am sure they must have told me that when they admitted me to the hospital and somehow I was in a fog, and I lost the information. In any event, I am finally home, and resting, and on the mend. </p>

<p>One of the things I did when being admitted to the hospital and put in a room was request a complete list of the names, credentials and titles of the persons who would be caring for me. I work on some goofy stuff sometimes and I want to know who is coming into close contact with me, or at least have some record of who they are. So the hospital staff gave me a very comprehensive list; most are RNs as you might imagine. </p>

<p>Anyway, that was 12 days ago. </p>

<p>This morning, they brought to me my medications - five pills - ; I managed to vomit everything back up within five minutes of taking them. So we got some more, and, I managed to keep those down. </p>

<p>Then, I managed to talk to one of the doctors about the bloating issue - and got yet another drug order. Gobbled up this med too - bloating is miserable and it was simply impossible for me to eat. </p>

<p>I sent my daughter home, because my radiation appointment got moved into the afternoon. She made me promise to have the tech intern help me take a shower. I am sure I smelled like one of the longer living creatures on Curmugeon’s farm, because I have been too sick to do anything but be bathed in bed. </p>

<p>The tech intern promised to help, but, when I called her, she was in a meeting, so I decided to try to take my shower all by myself. </p>

<p>That was almost my undoing. I apologize for the gross, graphic nature of this paragraph, but, once in the shower, the new medicine prescribed for the bloating worked. All of a sudden I was ankle-deep in just the nastiest, smelliest feces. It just happened; I was not expecting it and there was no time to get out of the shower and to the correct utility for this - it was taking everything in me just to stay on my feet in the shower. </p>

<p>Suddenly, the tech intern appears in the bathroom, and, the abridged version is that she literally - with no hesitation - began toweling the feces out of the way (it was clogging the drain), and then she got into the shower with me, washed me, got me out of the shower, dried me off, dressed me, and put me on the transport bed for radiation (turns out they showed up in the middle of all this). </p>

<p>This young woman does all of this without ever once letting even the shadow of revulsion cross her face. She does all of this with the most positive, helpful attitude possible. Her ONLY concern was helping me. She had ZERO hesitation. </p>

<p>When I returned from radiation, I looked at my list of names. Her name wasn’t on it. I made some inquiries; it turns out this was only her third day of work at the hospital. </p>

<p>I then made six separate requests to five different people for the correct protocols to file a compliment or notice of outstanding service, and, despite my efforts, the best I could come up with was a name and email address scribbled on a piece of paper - some desk ornament or pencil pusher that I can write an email to, to describe and compliment this new member of the hospital’s staff, in the hopes that they might recognize what an outstanding hire they made. </p>

<p>Finally I complained. I said to one hospital exec, you know, if I were to accuse this young woman of, say, stealing five dollars out of my purse while I was in the shower, she would be hauled off in handcuffs within the hour. If I were to make a complaint of any other sort against her, hospital admin would be in my room with all the neatly printed federal forms and so on; investigations would start asap. But let me ask for the correct procedure to recognize excellent service, and, there is just nothing in place. I get some name and email address scribbled on a piece of paper - that’s the procedure, evidently.</p>

<p>But no one even cared about my complaint. </p>

<p>Personally, I believe that a brand new employee who enthusiastically dives into a pit of feces to help out a sick person deserves to be recognized. In the broader scope, there should be something in place to recognize outstanding workplace behavior. </p>

<p>Obviously, when she sends me her resume tonight or tomorrow and I get the due diligence completed, I’m going to hire her. Actually, now that I think about it, I will probably hire her even if the due diligence comes back flaky. But in the interim we need to fix the condition of how we treat health care workers. It’s wrong that there is no system in place to recognize this employee.</p>

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<p>–Muriel Rukeyser</p>

<p>LTS:</p>

<p>What a wonderful story! You are right, there should be easier way to commend someone for doing exemplary work.
It is reassuring to know what was ailing you: pneumonia and bloating, not some nameless disease. Have a good, re****l night.</p>

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<p>Dear LTS: One more voice from the background wishing you Godspeed. I covet your compelling stories written with such a wry sense of humor and regularly come searching for more.</p>

<p>LTS- you are the greatest, your bouyant attitude despite all the sh** literally coming your way is such an amazing example for the rest of us.</p>

<p>So, are you hiring that tech intern to work for you? As a your personal helper? Awesome!</p>

<p>I never thought that a post about waves of fecal matter could so enlighten my heart’s deepest hopes about the future of the human race.</p>

<p>Sending continued prayers for continued improvement… Pneumonia once knocked me out of commission for a full semester in grad school. I remember not being able to walk from my bedroom to my bathroom in my tiny grad student apartment without sitting down to take a rest. To know that you’re still working from the hospital, taking such care about confidentiality, adamantly ensuring that people are rewarded for above-and-beyond standards of care… That’s astounding.</p>

<p>Jiminy Christmas, LTS, what a pansy I feel like now! :wink: You’re a total rockstar!</p>

<p>great story,LTS, with the focus on the character of this young woman, and you still so very brave about the ridiculous extremis/challenges of physical travails you have been fighting through daily…This new nurse is indeed worthy of your acknowledgment and praise. *Fantastic *to hear about her…keep the updates coming…so glad to hear your breathing struggles named and defined, too…amen to this coming week being a week of gaining ground for you.</p>

<p>Aibarr, I am certain you are no pansy - and - I am not actually sure that I really do or did have pneumonia. I know that my daughter and I were astonished to see the diagnosis. Last night, one of my caregivers was describing for me some events during my first couple of days of admission where my friend the DHS lawyer was with me for the entire day - and - to my utter embarrassment - I just don’t remember him being there. But he was apparently there with me all day, holding my hand. That would explain why I had the list of names so promptly - usually it takes days to get this stuff - he gets into these situations and morphs into uber-lawyer - he would make sure I wasn’t misstepping. It’s somehow all a fog. He went to a conference for two weeks so I cannot ask him yet. My other caregiver assures me I was quite out of things at least that first day. </p>

<p>No one is a bigger wimp than me when it comes to medical procedures, pain, etc., Faline got it exactly right; I find that getting myself into other mind space helps a lot and gets me over the rough parts.</p>

<p>I don’t have her resume yet - hopefully she sends it to me in the next day or so and we can get down to business. I am appalled that no one cares about her job performance. Heavens, they don’t even seem to care if she’s happy in their organization. If it were my employee, at a minimum, I would be rushing to reassure her that unexpected explosions of poop were going to be rare - not daily - incidents, and I would be proactively working it so she wasn’t tempted to send a resignation letter my way. And I would certainly be addressing the stellar performance, and I would be putting cold cash behind my words. And I would be mentoring her, to make sure she has a clear path to launch a career.</p>

<p>LTS: Ah, if only you ran the world. It would be a world I wanted to live in, definitely.</p>

<p>We have to make do with this one, because of course, life is sweet here, and you sure are proving it by your amazingly committed struggle.</p>

<p>We all love you.</p>

<p>I have had pneumonia with my asthma – no fun. Keep on trucking.</p>

<p>The young woman and you seem made for each other – people who can see through the feces to the truth beyond.</p>

<p>It reminds me of Vonnegut’s euphemism that informed Hocus Pocus: When the excrement hits the air conditioning.</p>

<p>And I did the same giving birth to my son – I could only smell it. I still see my doctor and feel a wee bit embarrassed, but they were perfectly used to it.</p>

<p>Brava for your tech aide, and brava for you, and have a wonderful day, or the best you can.</p>

<p>All my love.</p>

<p>and more (living with, and “surviving,” lung cancer)</p>

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<p>That young woman sounds wonderful! Oh, I hope it all comes together for her to work for you. Yet another thing, like not getting discharged earlier, that seems bad initially but works out for your good.</p>

<p>One of the most amazing things about life is how magical people will come along just when you really really need them… </p>

<p>That was a beautiful story, LTS, excrement and all; bravo to your intrepid tech intern and bravo to you, for your determination to honor her!</p>

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I think my D’s sense of humor would mesh quite well with lts. What do you think, lts?</p>

<p>While working at an opthalmologist’s office she had to perform a test where the patient puts their head in a vise for what seems like a week and half. Very painful. While this torture is going on the victim has to hit a button every time they see a flash of light. This particular patient was a known crustyoldbastard so they gave him to the rookie and then they all stood around and listened. Most of the way through the second eye the staff heard the patient exclaim loudly that the test was “killing” him. They heard D calmly say “Well now, Mr. Jones. Aren’t you glad you don’t have a third eye?” </p>

<p>I was so proud. </p>

<p>Keep kicking their butts , lts.</p>

<p>Oh, curm, she’ll go very far! Does she want to go for Surgeon-General?</p>

<p>And it was absolutely right for LTS to insist on staying over the weekend. Don’t foul your own nest, and all that!</p>

<p>What a wonderful story about your daughter, curm! I hope that she speaks with an Irish brogue.</p>

<p>I am very impressed with the quick thinking and resourcefulness of that intern, LTS. She quickly saw that the most important thing to do was to restore drainage, she accomplished that, then took care of you. I hope it works out that you can hire her. She sounds like a person who deserves a real career path.</p>

<p>Speaking of your nest, I am still concerned about mold, and I’m wondering whether the conditions in your apartment contributed to the pneumonia, if that is what you had. I know that you are sick and exhausted, but is there any way you could stay somewhere else?</p>

<p>Curm’s daughter’s story reminds me of someone I know who is a radiologist specializing in reading mammograms. She is always very hurt and offended when she heard complaints about how painful the breast compression is. Her comment: “A little squeeze? This test allows me to find cancer at an early stage, and they’re complaining about a little squeeze?”</p>