OK, today's a 1st, today's blog is not written by Elaine, but by
me, her husband. Elaine has been conscientiously writing every day, for almost three
years and nearly always I read everything she writes, I have never myself
blogged, so here goes. "E" as I call her (amongst other things) didn't
want any of you, her readers not to find a post this morning, and so this is
the reason I am writing, she wasn't able to blog today, as she is spending the
day in hospital, (mind you so am I) she is having some tests done. I hope they
don't keep her in, and that she'll be sent home. if not I won't have anyone to
talk to on the journey. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to write, but Elaine
gave me an idea, so here goes!
For as many hours that Elaine has spent in hospital, I have spent a
considerable amount of time too, not as a patient, but driving her there and
back, waiting for each test with her, seeing the doctors and making sure she
doesn't forget to tell them things, running to the cafeteria for coffee and
sandwiches, sometimes I feel like a gofer who doesn't get paid, and instead I
miss a day's work. I wouldn't let her go alone though, so this is how it is. We
have it worked quite well, we get up early I drive, she sleeps on the way, we
get to the hospital and sometimes I manage to check emails or make some calls
for work, while she is undergoing some long test, then we drive home and she
sleeps again if it's been a long day.
Quite often when at the hospital "E" will need to go from
one department to the next but some piece of paper has been forgotten and needs
to be with her before the next test, here I turn from driver/caregiver into the
"gofer" most often I manage to get the missing paperwork before she
has made it to the next waiting room, I tend to move quicker than her. She
doesn't know how I do it. So here's my secrets to navigating the maze of
hospital offices. Smile, joke and smile again, it normally works as they (the
clerks) don't expect it. Who in their right mind is happy in a hospital trying
to chase papers. NOT me and I'm not the patient. But I find a smile or two and
my good sense of humour gets things done really fast.
So while I'm here still waiting for the missus think about next
time you need to go a hospital, smiling makes it much more bearable.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
The Gofer.
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