Before I get into what I wore….
If I’ve seemed a bit absent from my blog and yes, even my posts, of lately, it’s because I have been. ¬†All has not been well in the world outside of my blog. ¬†Several weeks ago someone from my immediate family fell ill and was rushed to the hospital where they have been ever since. Last week, after much debate she finally consented to surgery and I am proud to say that she is recovering slowly, but well.
I am not writing this, however, to dwell on my families ordeal or the neglect of my blog. I am writing this to give a big shout out to the healthcare professionals around the world.¬†I mistakenly assumed that doctor’s and the MANY levels of supporting staff members went through their jobs like robots focused only on the technical aspects of their jobs and that hospitals were sterile, cold and scary. Given the stress (I am assuming that it’s stressful) I just could not fathom that they had the capacity to be warm, friendly, inspirational or understanding.
I am not talking about understanding in terms of empathy. I am talking about understanding in terms of dealing with a super large family of individuals who have been on pins and needles for the last several weeks.¬†The doctors and nurses have answered our every questions, even when the same one was asked 40 times by 40 different individuals. During Sunday’s visit, there were 8 of us in the room (relatives and the nurse who is stationed in the room). ¬†Did I mention that my relative is in the ICU where they generally limit the visitors to two per room? Relatives have spent the night there, we have brought in home made food we have showed up at the most inappropriate hours and no questions were asked, no restrictions were given. That’s the understanding that I am talking about.
My other surprise is that they’ve taken the time to get to know all of us to the point where they feel like an extension of our own family. ¬†Their friendliness and encouraging words, almost made us forget the gazillion tubes feeding various medications and blood, the various monitors with their wavy lines recording vital signs and the sickening gurgling device implanted to collect any excessive bleeding from the wound which thank God, was finally removed. They made us laugh, they made us feel welcomed (blankets, a helping of the insipid food from the cafeteria when they noticed that we were there for extended periods of time) and they have helped us to keep our optimism during times when things just didn’t seem…possible.
For any healthcare workers who are reading this, I realize that this warmth might be the result of an evolution of medical care and therefore your job…but it made a world of difference with my family and because of that… thank you, thank you, thank you.
Top: I snagged this plus size printed tunic from my Mom’s closet last year. ¬†I recently shopped my closet to find old things that were on trend again and because of the Burgundy/Oxblood color I thought this would be a perfect top for my Fall 2012 wardrobe. (Click link for similar, paisely printed blouse)
Pants: These black wide leg pants are from Asos. (Click link for similar, Rachel Roy Casual Pants)
Ossie took this photo!
As always, I welcome your comments, but pretty, pretty please, I would prefer that you not write condolences or “I am sorry to hear.” ¬†)-: ¬†Instead please feel free to share your own miraculous or hospital type stories.