Yesterday started like any other day. I got up at the break of day with Larry. I love being with him in the early mornings while he is fresh and light, before the day and all its responsibilities take their toll on him. He makes our coffee. I make his lunch. We chit chat about how we slept and the upcoming day and things like that. I told him I had art class, had a pre op appointment for an upcoming surgery, that I would rent a movie for the evening, and we would have stir fry for dinner. He's like "Stir fry sounds good!" He tells me it's a perfect day for his new jacket, that he has a parent conference after school and grades to enter so he might be late. Just a typical day.
Thursdays are my favorite day because I spend the morning in art class, my passion. I leave art, eat my peanut butter on whole wheat sandwich in the car, and head to my doctor's appointment. It is just routine, no big deal. When I get there, there is no one in the waiting room so I'm thinking my community has totally escaped the flu and no one is sick! How great is that! I fill out a few papers which they give you so you'll have something to do while you wait. Toys for children, papers for us. A man comes in next, a big man with a presence. He signs in and says way too loudly, "I got your phone call. I'm back to see how long I've got left". He laughs. Nobody else does.
He doesn't need to fill out papers and they end up calling us both back at once. To everyone along the way to his room he says, "I'm back to get the bad news. How long do I have left? 24 hours?" The nurse, introduced to me as Jeanette, weighs me and takes my blood pressure out in the hall so I hear everything. I really wanted to be naked to weigh in since I'm working on my weight and want a low number, but there she had me in the hall! I said, "Jeanette, that man is nervous. Men make jokes like that when they are nervous." She had no personality so she ignored me.
Soon I'm with the doc. He comes and goes, ordering things to be done, checking results, normal stuff. The next time he comes back he says, "Someone just had a heart attack in the hall." Now I was with another nervous man, very calm, but his heart had to be racing. Ambulance is on the way, gave the person aspirin, he is breathing...EMTs will be here in seconds. "OMGosh", I said. "Go be with him. I can wait." He said all was under control. I told him, "I knew that man was nervous because he kept joking, loudly, to everyone that he didn't have much longer. That's the way men handle nervousness." He said, "You're right." I asked, "Could the bad news have given him the heart attack or would he have had it anyway?" "Can't tell", he said. "Could have. He did get bad news."
So now this guy has two pieces of bad news...whatever the doctor had to relay to him AND his heart attack. I hope he is in the hospital. I hope he is going to be alright. I hope his wife and family are okay. I hope he's "right with God" as they say and that he is peaceful and not still scared. Crap, I hope he is alive.
We wake up each morning to an ordinary day. We go about our merry way. We never know what will happen. As Andrea would say, there are many lessons in this post. I will leave it to you to find yours.
As I am finishing this post I hear Tim McGraw in an outdoor morning concert in Rockefellor Square on the Today Show. He is singing, Live Like Your Were Dying. Enjoy this day!