I started talking about the hospital years awhile back. I thought of a few more people to add to the list. It is coming up on the four year deathiversary and I've been thinking a lot about that. Maybe more will come of that, but I'm not sure.
The General. The drill Sergeant who ran the show while my mother kept her organized and efficient. She had a strong personality and butted heads with my mother quite often, but they were steadfast friends. She recognized my mother's potential and moved her to working in areas high above her original job as executive assistant.
She had big hair, big rings, big clothes, a big laugh and a big personality. She was strictly a Saskatchewan girl, but at times had a Southern drawl. I figured that in her last life she was a truck stop waitress in Texas. She and her husband played crib with my parents every few weeks and she filled in my mother's job when Mom got sick.
#77: Lady in the Room after surgery
Mom met a lot of people in the months she was in the hospital. I guess there is little as bonding for strangers as trauma and sickness. One woman who shared a room with Mom after surgery ended up becoming a good friend. They had little in common the days spent alone together in a small hospital room bonded them quite firmly.
#78: The mean nurse
One night after a surgery, Mom had a bad night. Paranoia and fear overwhelmed her. No one was with her as family was not allowed to stay the night in this ward. She called for a nurse and asked for help. The nurse told her to go to sleep and firmly shut the door so Mom's crying would not bother her. I've never really forgiven this faceless nurse.
#79: Scott the paramedic
The final trip to the hospital, Scott and his partner came to the house. Mom could see them out the window and was horrified. She was in her pajamas, hadn't shaved her legs and the paramedics were good looking! Scott put her as much at ease as he could. We covered her legs with a blanket and Scott joked that he would soon get her hopped up on so much morphine she wouldn't even notice. I rode in the front of the ambulance with Scott driving and was quite pleased I had worn a cute outfit to church that day.