A few words straight from George today…
Most of us look at Thanksgiving as another holiday where the Thanksgiving focus is on the food that we eat. I think that we all should be looking at the many things we have to be thankful for; our health, our homes, our freedom, our countries, our children, spouses and friends.
People go to churches and synagogues at Christmas time. Although we don't go to a church or a synagogue at Thanksgiving, we should be thinking about how lucky we are to have families (if we have one) and children and friends.
I had a personal health problem yesterday. I played golf in the morning. I felt good and was grateful for the sun shining down on me and my friends as we played nine holes of golf.
Everything was okay until yesterday evening. After a quiet dinner at home I started to feel a deep pain in my back. The pain got worse and I collapsed while in my bathroom. “Call the paramedics,” I told Myrna. She did, and within six minutes five men arrived at my home, picked me up from the floor and placed me on a Gurney which was placed into an ambulance.
Oh, my! This was my first experience at being a patient rushed to a hospital (I am eighty-five-years-old). The paramedics checked my vital signs; good heart, breathing was okay...
I told them that the excruciating pain was coming from a bad spasm on the right side of my back. And when I say excruciating, I mean just that. I never had a pain that severe in my whole life. We arrived at the hospital which was just a short ten-minute drive from my house, and I was transferred into a medical emergency room where they diagnosed my pain and problem; a severe spasm from a muscle on the right side of my lower back. I might have twisted my back when I was playing golf in the morning.
When and why it happened is not the issue or the question. Treating the pain and making a proper diagnosis was the issue, and luckily it was only a severe spasm which was treated, and is still being treated, with some pain medication.
My hat is off to the many dedicated hospital staff which includes doctors, nurses, and other medical attendants. I talked to all of them and, with my usual curiosity, what they do for a living was of interest to me. Love for their work was present with everyone I talked to.
From the fire department staff who first reached me with a helping hand, getting me to the hospital; “I love my work,” was the answer I got from everyone who helped me.
I understand that phrase better than most because of my writing 'Out of the Spotlight’ and talking with and interviewing so many people from all walks of life. The nurse whose name was Albert - he gave me the first injection to stop the pain - was proud of what he does so pain-free to his patients. He has been doing this work for forty-three years!
I remember my long conversation with Tom who was with the fire department - he came to me first. Tom loves his work and enjoyed talking to me and some other patients needing his help. The bottom-line on talking to these people is that no matter what we do for our life's work, loving your job is paramount to loving your life.
I knew that and wrote about that emotion. And here again the feeling of loving your work stared me right in the eye through my computer screen.
I am feeling pretty good right this minute, and I’m very grateful that my recovery will be quick. Being in the hospital and watching serious patients being wheeled into the hospital, with injuries and health problems which far exceeded anything I was experiencing, made me think how lucky I was to have experienced only a minor medical problem.
My last thought is that I hope – sincerely - this is the worst medical problem that I will encounter in this, the twilight of my life.
Copyright George Green © 2016 Rancho Mirage, CA, USA