I’m recovering from an 8 day stay in the hospital. Â My appendix, which wasÂ perforatedÂ (they don’t burst, but burst sounds better), was removed and the infection hopefully contained.
I’ll spare you the time-line and the details–for fear ofÂ exaggeration–but do want to share observations and lessons. Â I probably should wait for a time of more clarity and deeper reflection–but it is amazing how quickly the past becomes a blur to me.
- Hospitals remove any sense ofÂ modesty, personal identityÂ andÂ individuality
They make you remove all your cloths and give a contraption that must have been designed by a comedian with aÂ warpedÂ sense of humor. Â There is no way to put it keep it onÂ modestlyÂ andÂ comfortably.
Then they remove anything that identifies you as you including your wedding ring so they can assign you a number on a band.
Then finally they remove your ability to see–there go the glasses.
- Hospitals remove any sense of intelligence
Every individual that walks into the room, even if someone else is ask the question as they enter, will asks the exact same questions–“What is your name?” “What is your date of birth?” Â After several days in the hospital you start to wonder yourself.
- Hospitals remove any sense of propriety
Every bodily function is discussed, measured and described–enough said.
- Hospitals are designed to help you get better but not to help you rest
- Hospital clocks don’t move at night
- Hospital beds were not designed with comfort in mind only flexibility
- Other thoughts
How are you, in the middle of the night, supposed to quantify your level of pain on a scale of 1-10 and compare it to the worst pain you have ever had?
Why can’t hospitals be more efficient? Â TwoÂ proceduresÂ for the price of one would be a great idea. Â I asked my surgeon, since she wasÂ operatingÂ on my belly if she could also do liposuction–no such luck.
It’s amazing what you can do with a texting plan and a smart phone.Â
I’m way moreÂ consciousÂ of what I eat now–that is a good thing.
Why do we love to shareÂ horrorÂ stories? Â No matter had bad your situation, some else had it worse (“When I had my …..!” see Brian Regan, “Me-Monster“).
- God’s grace is amazing
- When everything is out of my control, it is wonderful to know that God has everything in His control
- God’s timing is impeccable
- The prayers of people are encouraging. Prayer is vital. Â But I take great comfort in the fact that God’s answer to prayer–in whatever form–is not simply a reaction to the request but is filtered through is His all-love, all-gracious, fully-sovereign comprehensive plan. Â And that the length of stay in the hospital or the severity of theÂ problemÂ is not a reflection on how much or little God cares.
- In those few moments of clarity the thing that help the most was to pray for others
- I am not as important as I like to think nor are many of the things I do as significant as I make them–but I do want to make an impact for the glory of God
- While I did not experience what the Desert Fathers called “The dark night of the soul” I would say that the dark-slow-passing-night in a hospital is the hardest time. At least for the moment, I appreciate some of the simple things: sleep, companionship, clarity of mind and actually being able to focus, having a purpose and a job
- When I was finally able to concentrate enough (without hiccups, long story)–my encounter with God in His Word was fresh and invigorating
- Family and friends are a treasure—knowing people care and pray is awesome
- The top lesson: Marry well. I’m glad I married well beyond myself. Â I would not have made it through so well without my wonderful wife. SheÂ definitelyÂ got the “for worst” and I got the “for better.” What an amazing woman. Â I love you!