Back at the hospital with my cousin this morning I was pondering a lot of things as I waited.
All the staff here on the nuclear medicine/radiology floor are very nice. But everyone says "How are you doing?" Which can be one of two things: They actually care and want to hear that people are possibly not doing well (ie: my cousin does not pull punches when anyone asks him this); or it is just an absent minded way of greeting someone.
Do you really want to know, do you really want to ask someone with a trach tube "how are you doing?" with a big smile on your face. Part of me wanted them to just say "Good morning." "Glad to see you today." "Let's kick some ass."
"How are you doing" is loaded. I try personally to always avoid using it when I know someone is sad, sick, hurt. I try to think about other ways to greet people.
But also, I want to open up that door. How are you doing? Please tell me. I'm here to listen. I want to know. I care.
In the south here, people are different (no shit, Chris). There is a woman who works for facilities, mopping and checking the trash. She's always around on this floor. I don't know if that's her assignment or if she just likes it there. She greets everyone with a big smile, she's very religious and lets people know God is in control on this floor. "Do not worry, God is on this floor and he holds you in his hands."
Personally I appreciate her faithfulness and her comments but I always think about people who don't believe in the same God she believes in. Or they don't believe in God. Or they have been hurt by the church. Or they are exceptionally angry at God.
I've always felt that you wait to know someone before you get into what God is up to anywhere. And then you can openly talk about it.
But sometimes maybe that's what someone needs to hear, the same way they need to be asked "How are you doing?"
I've never been ashamed of God or the Gospel, I've always been willing to meet people where they are for discussions and sharing ideas. I do not want to do more harm than what they're maybe going through.
But here, people just do it. Either without thinking or thinking that possibly everyone just believes the same thing.
Another thing I think about is if I lose my job, what would I do. I've always thought I'd be a good chaplain. But would I be a good chaplain for people dying, and their families? I've written about this before, during the hospital stay with Covid. And I still think about it from time to time. But would it wear me out? Would it make me depressed and sad? Who chaplains the chaplain? Would I be better suited to be a hospital way maker, a guide, front desk person, patient checker-inner?
It's a day of ponderances. Heavy things.
This morning, I stopped at the front desk to say hello to the person running it, and told her I didn't need my room cleaned, I wasn't checking out. But she looked me up and somehow I booked myself for Wednesday night, checking out Thursday, not Tonight checking out tomorrow.
Oops.
She fixed it but I felt like a complete idiot. She made me new room keys and noted to housekeeping that my room was still occupied.
After I got my cousin back to his place, I parked the car out front of the hotel, came up to work. Housekeeping had made my bed and tidied up my room, and left a note saying they were happy I was there one more night.
I tell ya, this hotel has the sweetest staff.
A guster fan friend of mine has always told me to hit her up when I'm here, so I did reach out this morning to say hi and let her know I was in town. She had a 7pm appointment, but, she had time to swing over here and have a cocktail. So we got to hang out, catch up, talk about All The Things. She lives about 7 miles west of here, and got here in no time. I had a half hour walk on the treadmill while she was on the way over after work, and we enjoyed a sweet visit.
I felt a little bad about not having dinner with my cousin or anything but I'm exhausted from him? I can't really write about this, and how I truly feel, but he drains me. Not just because of his medical situation but the person he is. And I'm just tired. Very tired. I am looking forward to going home tomorrow.
We have an all staff meeting at 1pm tomorrow and I doubt I'll make it home in time so I'm trying to figure out my plan. Do I stick around until 2pm? Is there a phone number I can call into while driving to listen in?
Anyway, here's me and my friend, and a sign at the hotel desk that made me smile. Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 30 min on the treadmill, for a good solid 1.48 miles; 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
6:45am: 150
5:15pm: 139
10pm: 178
food & meds:
6:45am: phentermine+jardiance
11am: giant cheese danish from starbucks
11:30am: Protein shake
1:00pm: met+glip
7pm: buffalo chicken dip and some chips
8pm: the rest of yesterday's carrot cake
9pm: met+glip
white wine & diet ginger ale