A Change of Plans

I was all set to post about my meeting this past Sunday with a hopeful/potential/I-think-he’s-gonna-score-it composer-friend of mine.  But then life decided to lob a big ol’ curveball in my direction.  And after the events of the last forty-eight hours, my artistic mission seems a little less significant at the moment.  So, I thought I’d use dear bloggy to ponder over some of the things I’ve recently discovered.

Let me preface this by stating that I was the advocate in the situation referred to below, not the patient.

And the aforementioned patient is doing okay now. (Big. Sigh. Of. Relief.)

Therefore, I bring you…



1)   Text message I never need to receive again: Time stamp: 3:59 a.m. Have been admitted to hospital will be here 24 hours waiting to go into the or in 30 min. Deirdre wipes sleep from eyes, convinced she misread her phone display.  <Beat> Um…WHAT THE EFF?!?!?

Sleepy Head

Surely I must be dreaming.

2)   Hospitals = Not terribly fun.  Even when they try to pass themselves off as a fancy hotel complete with valet parking and room service.  Yes, you read that correctly: valet parking and room service.  When did this happen?

Ritz-Carlton Hotel

You're not fooling me, Ritz-Carlton Hospital!

3)   I accept that bad things happen to good people…but must they keep happening?!?  C’mon, Universe, this is a really good person here!!!  Lighten up a little!

When Bad Things Happen to Good People

I'm still waiting for an answer Kushner...

4)   Nurses have to deal with a lot of crap, and I’m not just talking figuratively.  Treat them with respect.

Florence Nightingale

Florence Nightingale = Ultimate Nurse!

5)   On the flip side, if your patient’s pain-medicating needs are not being met in a timely fashion, as evidenced by the fact that I pressed the friggin’ call button about ten minutes ago and NO ONE is showing up, then you will discover your inner Aurora Greenway.  I did.

Shirley MacLaine

DON'T mess with MacLaine!

So be sure to hug your partner/parents/pets/people extra tight tonight and every night, dear readers.  It’s great to have dreams, but the real joy comes in being able to share them.  And that’s why I am sooooooo thankful for all of you. (Okay, I know I’m getting sappy, but you’ve caught me at a weak moment.  I stand by the sentiment, though!)

NEXT UP: Music Man: Take 2?  I’m too exhausted to commit.

P.S. Try as I might to scale down the sizes of some of these inserted photos, I just can’t seem to make it stick.  Sorry.  I’ll figure out this WordPress stuff eventually. (Paging Shawn Hazen!  HELP!)

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