We have our alarm clock with us, but we never have to use it. The nursing home provides one each morning, around 5:30 every morning.
A newly arrived nurse puts a blood pressure cuff on my arm and inserts a thermometer into my ... mouth, then leaves it there while she pricks Colon’s finger for a blood sugar level test. This is done quickly and efficiently by one just beginning her day of rounds. Colon grumps at her for waking him, I jump up and go to the bathroom, making a retake of my “vitals” necessary, but preventing necessary sheet change. All of this is done quickly and efficiently by one just beginning her day. Then the scheduled day ahead is delayed for another two hours of sleep. This is a repeated activity, and one we appreciate because we can feel, with each recurring nurse visit, that we are held in concern for our well-being; they laugh at Colon’s grumpiness, call him “Cutie” and hand me a glass of water, a couple of pills and leave.
Does this sound boring and repetitious? It isn’t. It is a continuing display of the value of our health the dedicated nurses have for our well-being.
Their faithfulness to our needs convinces us that we are in the good, caring and capable hands of those who have been “called” to treat us in such a way as to make our health a primary issue of their every day. We are where we need to be! And we are thriving in the care we are being given.