Some rain from when I was at the hospital the other day. I went out and stood in it for a minute, just to feel it.
I was thinking about a number of things as I wandered the halls of the hospital the other day, and made little notes on a piece of green scratch paper, because I wanted to remember these bits and pieces. Some of it was simply observation of the people around me.
When I was walking the hall that separates the oncology unit from the telemetry unit, I heard someone behind me yell out "Hi Mike!" I turned to see who it was and it was one of the oncology nurses--Katie. She gave me a big smile and welcomed me back for the semester. I was both pleased and surprised. Most of the time I assume I am largely invisible to most of the people there. They don't know me and have no history with me, beyond one semester of bringing students there. It's not like the old hospital where I knew everyone. Later, Katie told one of my students that they were lucky to have me as a teacher.
There was a time in my life where I felt invisible all the time. I suppose I was. I had to make a conscious effort to allow myself to not be invisible anymore.
I went to the room where one of my students was preparing to give an injection for nausea. The patient was only in her mid 20's, and had been diagnosed with lymphoma a week ago. I had seen her the day before and she was chatting on the phone and watching tv. Today she looked sick and worn out--the early effects of chemotherapy. As my student gave the medication, I walked over to where the patient's mom was sitting. She looked worn out too. I asked her how she was doing, and if she needed anything. I told her not to hesitate to ask--that we were there for her too. Then I had to leave the room because I felt some tears coming to my eyes. I have a special place in my heart for family members of people who are sick.
I walked down the hall. There was a woman coming toward me, pushing an ultrasound machine. As we passed, we briefly made eye contact. I smiled and she turned her head away as if I wasn't there. But I knew I wasn't invisible.
I take a shuttle bus to the offsite parking for the hospital. It's a 15 minute ride and I like to look out the window and half-listen to what my students are talking about. I caught a snippet: "...my red-headed asthmatic". No idea what she was talking about.
Mook getting all up in my business this morning.
Music: The Barr Brothers, who I have been playing a lot recently. There latest album is one that I can listen to all the way through and enjoy the whole thing. I went to their website to see if they are touring, and they will be on the west coast just after school ends in May. I might see them in San Francisco, but then started thinking about maybe going on a little trip up to Portland or Seattle and seeing them up there with a few days of sightseeing. It kind of depends on whether Malida wants to see them or not.