Sunday, August 4, 2013


I tend to get cotton mouth and it really makes me crazy. So in the time I went from Trip One to the ER to Trip Two to the other ER, I was miserable. (Amazing how that was my concern while I had this life threatening emergency in my belly.) 
Anyway, for those of you have had surgery or delivered a baby, you know NO DRINKING is the mantra. Sometimes you can get ice chips but only after miniature camels start roaming your tongue. 


I asked the ambulance dude if I could have some water just to swish in my mouth. He was apologetic, said they didn’t carry water, but that it was just as well because I shouldn’t have any.


At this point I’m getting desperate and the way my brain works is, if someone during a professional transaction says “No” then that just means negotiation will be a little more difficult.  Sterile water because I’m just swishing, not drinking? Doesn’t carry any.  How do you irrigate wounds?


The driving ambulance dude is hearing all of this and passes his unopened bottle of water to the ambulance partner. I can’t tell you how fantastic was just to rinse my mouth. And it would be days later before I could even have ice chips.


So if I had a gratitude journal, driving ambulance dude would dominate a spot near the top.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Oh and thanks also for doing the little things, like saving my life by transporting me to the bariatric specialty hospital and all that stuff.


“We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.” JFK

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