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Caring Hands

November 12, 2008 - Phyllis Sigal
Hospitals are not my favorite places. For the obvious reasons, of course. I've usually been there with an ailing parent or with a child who needed stitches.

There have been good times of course — the birth of my two children — or the births of my friends' babies.

Whether good or bad times, there's always the staff — the nurses, aides, doctors, etc. — some good, some bad. Already in a bad frame of mind, I've walked out in tears because of a rude employee.

But, yesterday, as I spent about six hours in the ER at Wheeling Hospital with my mom, I was so impressed with everyone with whom I came in contact.

My mom had fallen and cut her head, needing about five stitches and nine staples. We were there for about six hours for assorted testing before she was moved upstairs for the night.

From the sweetest nurse's aide ever, Kara, to my mom's ER doctor, Dr. Burke, and every other nurse and student doctor and aide and receptionist in between ... Garnett, Jill, Grayson, Carly, Gary, and lots of others ... I felt as if my mother was in wonderful hands.

I was most impressed with the teamwork. Charge nurse Jill kept the place running like clockwork, and Trish, unit receptionist, really kept everyone on their toes, as well. If something needed to be done, there always seemed to be someone willing to do it. And this was the busiest that I, personally, have ever seen the ER.

And there were always smiles. One aide asked if I needed a more comfortable chair at my mom's bedside. Kara just kept coming in and asking my mom if she needed anything, anything at all. Apparently in training to be a nurse, she'll be a great one someday, I'm sure.

I've always been quite in awe of those in the medical profession because it is something I cannot do. I am truly grateful for these people who aren't disturbed by blood and other bodily fluids, that I cannot deal with. I was not even particularly good at cleaning up my own children!

At one point last evening, Garnett wrote my mom's vitals on her hand. I chuckled about it, and she said she could lose a piece of paper, but she couldn't lose her hand.

But, if she did? She sure would be in the right place, because she would get great treatment!

 
 

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