Anti-Rejection Drugs
This seems like a good idea, Anti rejection. Think about it. This could be a social media breakthrough. Maybe they need an ap for that to cure the tweetie flue and the facebook ackine. Give it to the kids that can’t except other views or that might have inherited some kinda media bug that mutated from the coffee shop strains of their folks, gossip. We blame technology for today society, crap, it started someplace other than with a few semiconductors and mother boards. Maybe it was more like some boarded mothers. It could have even been the old party line, ever listen in to your neighbors? I am sure if you did you never told anyone. That was social media at it’s start.
“Would you like to listen?”
It would be shocking to count the number of nurses that have had a hand in my care over the past months. But there was one little gesture that put a big lump in my thought.
Kristen is one of my favorite names, which is obvious by the naming of our baby after the girl that shot JR. But this little Nurse Kristen was a bundle of joy. She was a chart-er. When she asked a question you better watch your answer because her next comment was “I’ll chart that”. Yes, she accounted for every ounce that went in and out; down to the number of laps I walked in the wee hours of the morning, it went into my records.
Late on my second day back to the floor after leaving ICU, she came in to take my vitals. She did her very thorough exam and started to walk off to do her charting. She stopped, turned around and just ask, ” do you want listen?”
It hit me like a big rock. She gently put her scope in my ears and touched the cold object to my chest. Thump, thump, thump. Tears flowed. I was whole again. What more can I say.