After our news of verification of stroke two and possibilities of more, Ron and I were a bit somber. The clinical partner once referred as LPN or nurses aid offered to let me bathe. Of course their version of a bath is sitting on the side of the bed naked as jaybird with a pan of water, soap and washcloth. I am enjoying the joy of water on my body and a knocks comes to the door. I jump up enough to set the bed alarm off. Trying to cover myself and fighting my lame hand to do so.
“Hi, I am the chaplain, may I come in?”
“NO, I mean I am bathing.”
Disgruntled, “I’ll come back.”
I quickly finished my “bath”, got dressed in my lovely hospital gown and put on the granny panties that Ron had brought me.
By the time the chaplain returned I was composed in the chair. He came in and made chit chat, asked what was wrong, how was I, and what did I do for a living. I told him, he wanted to know what denomination. I told him DOC, he informed he was also. He said a few years ago he had gotten a profile for two churches working together, he thought one was called New Harmony and he couldn’t remember the other one.
Ron was chuckling. I said,”Bowling Green.”
I smiled, “those are my churches.”
“Well, I decided to stay in chaplaincy.”
He prayed with us and left.
Had a great visit with Deb and Lindsey, they brought communion and prayed with me. I felt blessed by their visit, smiles and laughter.
Ron went back to Bowling Green to get the kiddos settled at Grandma Marie’s (hope she knows what she got into). He is coming back to be here tonight to be with me and be here for the MRI results.
Shift change has happened. This shift is downright perky for a night shift. Should be a fun night in the stroke/cardiac floor.
I bet even Job laughed at times.