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Unhappy Camper

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Let’s just say today was not a good day for wonderful nursing service at University Hospital.  I usually am awakened by 6:00am for the baby monitor. But not today.  The first time someone came in the room was at 8:00am. It was someone from the lab and she was here to take my blood.  I asked what test she was doing and she said didn’t know.  She then asked if I had be fasting.  I told her I didn’t know I was supposed to be fasting, but that I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.  She took some blood from my left arm and said “I’ll even take some extra blood in case they need it for something else.

Right after I ordered my breakfast.  An omelet and biscuit.  It always takes 45 minutes to get it so 45 minutes later there was a knock on the door and there it was.  I took the top off the plate and just as I was going to start eating, the nurse came in. Conversation:

Nurse: Did you drink anything yet?

Me: No, I’m getting ready to eat

Nurse: No, you were supposed to take your glucose test this morning.

Me: How was I supposed to know that?

Nurse: The night nurse mentioned it to me, but she told me not to bother you until 9:00am so I thought you knew about it.

Me: Nobody has told me anything.

She walks out of the room and I sit there waiting to see what is going on.  Someone else from the lab comes in and asks what all has happened.  She says to hold on so she can see what all happened.  The nurse comes back in and says I’ll still need to take the test.  I ask her to take my breakfast away so I won’t have to look at it. I let her know that when miscommunications like this happen, medical malpractice suits happened. At 9:10am a new lab lady comes in for me to drink the glucose liquid.  At 9:30am, the nurse (along with the charge nurse) come in to put me on the baby monitor for an hour.  At 10:20am, the lab people come and take my blood AGAIN, this time in the other arm.  About 20 minutes later they take me off the baby monitor.

At 5 minutes before 11, both my breakfast and the doctors come in the room.  Although generally happy and smiling, today I tell the doctors that today has not been a good day.  I mention the fact that there was a miscommunication between all of the staff and the staff and myself and this is not acceptable.  This is how medical accidents happen.  They all apologized and many people took various parts of blame.

They left and I ate my breakfast for lunch.  I sure do miss being at home.

A Waffle

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A Waffle

Mar10-3I just love breakfast food.  Pancakes, waffles, omelets, hashbrowns.  Yum, yum, yum!  All of my first meals after competing were very planned out.  I knew breakfast the next morning would be a feast so I planned to go eat at the Rivue atop of Galt House.  And boy, did it not let me down.

If you’ve ever been to Rivue, you know that they have these amazing waffles that seem to melt in your mouth.  With the waffles you can also get these scrumptious made to order omelets.  When my friend and I arrived, we were told that the omelet chef had been working there for over 30 years – good old chef Henry.

My first trip through the omelet/waffle line, I could have cared less about conversation.  It was about me, my waffles and carbs, carbs, carbs.  So after I finished the omelet, the waffles, the fried shrimp, the chicken, the hashbrowns, the cheese quiche, the cheesecake, the peach cobbler and the chocolate cake – I figured I end up a high note and get one more waffle (I know, pity me for this one meal!)

So I walked up to Chef Henry and placed my order.  I told him I heard he’d been there almost 30 years.  He quickly corrected me and said, “No, it’ll be 25 years on March 11″. (Oh, excuse me!)  He went on to tell me that for every five years of service there is a ceremony.  For his 20th anniversary he chose a watch, but for 25 they can get a clock or something else from the catalogue.

He went on to tell me that his father got a clock after his 25th year as a chef and how that was one of the possessions he most treasured once his father passed away.  He thought about getting a clock, but regardless of what he selected, he wanted it to be something that could be passed down to his son (who is a freshman at UK)

Chef Henry then shared with me that he had to give the watch to his son because of the static electricity in his body.  When he wears watches, they either stop on him or start running backward.  It runs in his family and the same thing happened to his mother.

And then the timer went off – Chef Henry gave me two waffles with a smile.  I thanked him for his great conversation and wished him a happy 25th anniversary.  Each and every one of us has a wonderful story to share.  The next time you’re standing in line with someone, why not take the time to get to know just little bit about them.  Although my breakfast was simply wonderful, I left with a smile (and a full stomach) because I knew how special the person was that helped make my moment meaningful!

M.Y.  March 2010