Since I have never spent even a night in the hospital except visiting, most of this was new to me, however, there was one thing that wasn’t. Each new person walking up to my bed would look at a clipboard or my neat wrist band (which I still have on by the way) and ask:
What is your full name?
What is your full social Security number?
Why are you in the hospital today?
I dutifully answered the questions. My buddy Sonny had experienced some bad times at hospitals. On one occasion his kidney was diagnosed as cancerous and needed to be removed. Sonny got a second opinion, Yes, it needs to come out. It was removed BUT It was not cancerous and in actuality did add to his demise I am sure. Close to the end the other kidney did fail and dialysis was required three times a week. If you are familiar with that, it was tough on an already very sick man.
When my Mama, Sister Kat, BIL Johnny, Brother Junior and my buddy Sonny were in the hospital I spent a lot of time there. The staff would ask the questions listed above. One night, Sonny-boy was very tired and the Doctor came in and of course asked the same things again.
My best buddy looked at him very seriously and said, “If you would write that down, you wouldn’t have to ask it every time.”
Needless to say the nurse, doctor and I got a kick out of that.
Anyway I was thinking of Sonny a lot while I was there at the hospital.
Again I want to thank you all once again for the thoughts, words of encouragement and prayers. And publically thank my girl of 59 years for hearing for me and getting me to the right places at the right time. I have had a great team.
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