I went ahead and sent a link to my last blog post, about my experience at Carle recently, to their patient relations office. I just didn't have the oomph to write it out again. I told them that the PA had apologized to me but I still thought it was important that they know about it and that I wanted the surgeon that he reports to to know about it as well. They called me back awhile later. The woman was very nice, apologized sincerely for my experience. She had to talk to Ernie to get permission from him (as he was the actual patient) to share it. She assured me that the PA would be contacted as well as the surgeon. I like the surgeon so much that I really wanted him to be aware of this. She asked if I had any other expectations and I said no. I felt so much better after talking to her. Does it change anything? Probably not, but somehow I was able to shake it off after that, so thank you for that Carle. That and my eyes finally started to recover. Something else they don't tell you about aging. It used to be I could cry and recover physically immediately. Now my eyes are puffy and irritated for a day. Weird. Is it because I have chronic dry eyes these days? Unfortunately aging hasn't taken away my habit of crying when angry.
Anyway....I feel better. Thanks to all those that commented, commiserated, and were outraged on my behalf.
Today we start to take the trees down. I'm not ready but the trees are so dry that Rascal can bounce an ornament off at the drop of a hat....well, the drop of an ornament..... And Epiphany is over. I will miss it though. I still need the warmth of lights. I will leave up some lights to keep me going.
See how the beads have all fallen as the branches drooped?
Onward.