Sunday, February 28, 2010

Poked and Prodded


In the last few months, I have found myself becoming too familiar with our health care system. As stated earlier, all of it was a result of my self neglect. The upside of all of this is that I am trying to take better care of myself. My motivation is two fold. I, naturally, want to live a long life, meet my future granchildren, grow old with my husband, and keep my loved ones from having to deal with an invalid. In addition though, I do not want to deal with the myriad tests, humiliations, pain, and loss of control that spending time in a hospital can bring. Though the health care professionals were all just that, professionals, the feeling of anonymity is unavoidable. I know how hard working doctors, nurses, and lab techs are and I don't suggest they are unfeeling or lacking in compassion. But, I know that even in my field, I have to keep reminding myself that my students are feeling, vulnerable beings and not simply a product of my work place. Ironically, my own son is beginning medical school in the fall. My recent experiences have prompted me to remind him that he will be dealing with human beings and that he should never lose sight of the fear and anxiety we all experieince when undergoing medical procedures. This assemblage was a direct result of my coming home from the hospital feeling very poked and prodded:)..............


1 comment:

Veronica said...

Okay first and foremost happy belated birthday...now congrats on the 24lbs woo hooooooo
you did it!!!!!!!!!yay
wish I could but I am very proud that you did...
now the art piece FANTASTIC but the Breakfast at Tiffany's piece WOW amazing. I love love love did I say love? it.
Thank you so much...check out my post...she is all there in all her glory.
you are an amazing friend.
V

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