Sunday, September 16, 2012

Puppies and Incisions and Interpreting Against the Rules

It's Sunday night. Go time. Get ready to start the week. I spent all day in bed---no, I really did. Yesterday wore me out. We moved Allison into our room, moved us into her room and moved Ashley into our room. Our former room. Now Alli and Ash are sharing our big room and we have the itty bitty room. Stephanie will also be moving into the room with her sisters.

We'll see how long that lasts.

Three girls in one room + two sinks+one shower= future tirades I can already hear from here.

I hope and pray this teaches them compassion, patience, sharing, caring and that they come out on the other side of this experience better human beings. I will do my very best to facilitate this goal. In the mean time, wheeeeee!

Week One down of school and work (for me) It felt like a month. By the time Friday rolled around I was ready to drop. And drop I did. For a whole ten minutes. Then I got up and took Alli to meet her friends at the football game. (Go Thunderbirds!) Then I surprised my father by showing up at my sister's place at Fircrest School. We sat outside in the warm air and visited while Cheri listened to the Statler Brothers on my iPhone and watched a slideshow of the pictures. She LOVES the Statler Brothers. He brought his little Beagle out of his truck so she could pet the doggie.



In other not-so-pretty-looking-pictures, Lance had his first post-op appointment at Harborview on Friday afternoon. This was our very first look at the horrors befallen him in the operating room. It was not a pretty sight---and now he knows why a certain part of the incision was causing him so much pain. It's infected. So he's on some powerful antibiotics. If those don't work, guess where he's going? Yep, a room with a view. See the glory of the leg!


I know, I should have posted a warning about that photo. Trust me, it was worse in real life. He's moving around better on his little knee scooter. I told him that I know part of him enjoys it and he grinned. Yep, he's still a little kid that enjoys rocketing around on little wheelie things. I just hope he doesn't go flying down the stairs on it. He's been told he can go back to work IF HE IS SITTING. So, tomorrow he will try it and see how it goes. I worry. Of course I worry. Now I sound like a Jewish mother---I worry, of course I worry? How could I not?

While we were at the Hospital, a little man was sitting across from us in the casting room. I could tell he wasn't understanding a single word that the doctors or techs were saying to him. I stepped over and asked him if he spoke Spanish. He was SO HAPPY! So I interpreted for him, a blatant no-no in the world of HIPPA and DSHS, but no one seemed fazed by it. The poor man was from Guatamala, has no family here and works as a dishwasher in a restaurant in south Seattle. I helped him get an interpreter signed up for his next hospital visit. Even then, they said they weren't sure they would have one available. Grrrrrrrr. That was upsetting. This is a huge hospital---the regional trauma center and they don't have Interpreters available???How can that be? It felt good to help someone, after being told by my work that I can't help anyone. Sigh.

At any rate, on to read scriptures with the fam and get everyone moving towards bed. Not me though. After having slept all day (migraine) I'm not especially tired. See you on the flip side :)

2 comments:

  1. You interpreting rebel, you! Maybe the hospital is hiring? You're there enough already...you may as well get paid for it! ;)

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  2. Yes, I am a rebel. I'm not sure I'd want to work for Harborview. They have some grisly stuff come through there. Plus the neighborhood is iffy.

    I like my nice quiet suburban setting. I'm so not a city girl.

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