Hospitals — a world of stories

Writing is a solitary endeavor.  Even when spending vast amounts of time with people comes easily, the actual writing is done one on one, writer with paper or screen.  And so many writers are solitary people by  nature, spending much of their lives in worlds of their own creation.

Hospitals are filled with people.  All kinds of people.  Sick people, well people, strange people and hard working people.  People with hard jobs and great responsibilities, people bearing burdens they’re not quite ready to share.  Mix writers with hospitals, and you have an overload of ideas and characters waiting to be woven into a story.  There might not be enough energy to spend more than a few minutes at one time in front of the computer, but the stories take root and grow behind the scenes.

Sleep deprivation is a classic form of torture, often experienced by patients in ICU.  The nurses have a name for it: ICU Delusions.  Blinking lights and the constant noise of machines keeps patients from deep sleep, and they can fall into a fantasy world of their own creation but beyond their control.  In this world the people in the hallways are enemies, ready to sneak up and attack.  Patient’s thoughts turn to defense and escape, and they might call their family demanding protection and immediate removal from the hospital, or at least that particular ward.  Fortunately once they have been moved to a quieter, darker area they have little memory of their demands.

And there are the nurses.  Nurses can be very good,not so good, or any level in between.  The very good ones are phenomenal, the not so good ones are still pretty darned amazing.  Chocolate chip cookies are a great bribe, and all of them appreciate a thank you from time to time.  They work under great pressure, faced with intense emotions and demands.  It’s not a job I could do.

After more than a month watching people in the hospital while visiting with my husband and talking to doctors, it looks like the story gathering days will soon be over.  Having beaten the odds on the Whipple procedure, then overcoming pneumonia when he aspirated bile, it looks like my husband will be leaving ICU for the second time and, we hope, moving from the hospital to a rehab facility where he will relearn how to stand up and walk around.   I don’t know that I would ever write a story about hospitals, but I can write about hope, and about the power of thinking only positive thoughts.

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  1. Dallas Henderson-Smith

    I worked weekends in a hospital for the elderly as a teenager and Boy what a place! I could not work there now. Even though the nurses/doctors/any other patient staff, worked round the clock, there was still a tremendous amount of patient neglect. My heart would break looking at them crying, or waiting for someone to aid them, and waiting and waiting. I would always try and have a blether with them when i had a few spare minutes, or bring them whatever they needed that was close at hand. It was never enough. Miracles happen and lives are saved every minute, but i still hate hospitals.

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