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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

My 11 Hours as Communications Liaison ... Part 1 - a guest post




I've had a bit of writer's block today and there's no need for me to have it after such a full day yesterday... Yesterday was the day for the surgery to place pins and such in the Katydid's ankle after she and the Geezer's motorcycle accident earlier this month...

I headed for the hospital around 10:10, surgery was scheduled for 11...  I was the last one to arrive ... as usual ... and found Mom, Dad and Kev sitting in the waiting room - all looking so grim....

Now, don't get me wrong - I KNOW we were there for surgery ... I KNOW sedation was involved and that she doesn't do well with that ... and I KNOW that while we three "kids" were in total concern mode, Mom and Dad were terrified; but the cookie crumbled in that this was the situation and I can't tell you kids how many days I've gotten through by trying to find the humor in whatever I could and getting through it a minute at a time...

I've been told I have the patience of Job... but yesterday that was tested to it's utmost level.  When something happens within the folks' household, I seem to be the communications liaison... yesterday that involved keeping several family members and Facebook in the loop ...

None of that was a problem... Brian and I texted back and forth all day and if it was too long and he hadn't heard from me, he'd text and check on things ... Beth's humor and banter gave me absolute unbelievable strength and comfort and Evan was fantastic because I could text him and say nothing more than "Dad and Kev ... whew .. I'm whooped..." and he would reply back with something comforting and entertaining...

I poke a lot of fun at people... and I can take you for a ride with the story of yesterday...But before I do... you MUST know that everything I am about to say regarding all parties is in complete jest - it's all TRUE, but I mean no harm.

As I walked in, they were all sitting in a row in the waiting room at registration.... their faces were grim, my friends - like a row of inmates waiting for a firing squad ... I squeezed my phone and shuffled around in my bag for my comfort items... a bottle of Silk Therapy, my notebook and pens, my camera, all charging accouterments for my phone and whatnot and my ciggy case...

As I walked up to this simmering brood o' folk, they looked up to greet me.. Kev and Dad gave their "grim situation smiles"...  Are you all familiar with those?  A LOT of people have them and well, they seem to be most prevalently in people who are ever so slightly "uptight" and not able to roll with the punches, those who do not easily adapt to uncomfortable situations... it's "your smile", but your eyes are squeezed down to glints and nostrils (across the board) seem to become wider... a bit more flared out... and the brow... oh dear great day in the morning, if you people saw your brows when you were making that face you'd just flip out - it hangs down like an awning lacking it's frame... Suffice it to say, I knew I had my work cut out for me...

We staked out a spot in the waiting room and waited for them to come after Mom... again the grim faces, Dad and Kev staring straight ahead and Mom sitting there with her head in her hands... I sat directly across from the three of them, phone in hand - scanning Twitter for an interesting article or two to read and pass the time, sipping the java I brought along - I wasn't about to take a chance that I'd get there and have no java ...

"Hey! Looky here... a kid and his dad threw a message in a bottle into the water in 1961 and it just came back to them after Hurricane Sandy!!! How utterly groovy!!", I said...

No one responded... I looked up at them as they all stared at me blankly...

"A message... in a bottle... the guy threw it out with his Dad in 1961 when he was a kid and it just washed up with Hurricane Sandy... ", I repeated - thinking they just hadn't understood me... surely they would have a response at such a fantastic story... It was at the perfect time - a story about hope and amazement and family, right here on the brink of her surgery...

"Yeah...", Dad said...
"That's neat...", Mom said...
and Kev said, "Well I'll be..."
"Oh sweet FANCY!", I thought to myself...
The stranger who was sitting in our section quietly smiled...

I decided then that the best thing for me to do was sit quietly with my Twitter...
Nope... Mom really needs normalcy right now...  I leaned across to whisper to her...

"Do you want me to roll you down here with me?  It's more cheerful here and we can chat until you go in?  You guys are sitting there looking like you're waiting for the firing squad..."
Mom chuckled and insisted she was fine, the stranger who was sitting in our group chuckled ... wishing, I'm sure that he was with us so he could share in this family loveliness rather than sitting quietly watching Bonanza...

As the afternoon wore on, Mom's pastor joined us... and yes, you guessed it - I .. as the communications liaison was responsible for keep our conversation nice and light-hearted... We talked about our collections... and "vintage" TV Shows... and we did talk about the mating habits of wildlife but only for a minute and just because I had a question about a cat next door who "looks like" a raccoon ... and I waited until the pastor had stepped away...

We waited for what seemed like forever... Just before 5:30, I excused myself from chatting over a ciggy with a fantastical older hippie-eque man who reminded so much of George Carlin that I just wanted to hug the stuffing out of him, to go back in and see if we had any news...

As I came up the hallway I heard a new voice, knowing it surely must be the surgeon I ran down the hallway and was delighted to see Dr. Spencer Romine sitting with Dad, Kev and the Pastor telling them that everything had gone well and he expected  no problems...

Relieved, we waited for them to take Dad back to see her in recovery...

(To Be Continued...)