Hospital Adventures Affairs

Hospital Adventures Affairs. This year, my friend took leave of absence throughout her workplace, which allowed her to stay with her mother as long as she needed help after operation and the recovery time period. Unfortunately, her grandson and his wife needed continue to work. Both of them were government contractors for a special project in development of some miracle pharmaceutical meds involved medical marihuana under a due date line. 

My friend was scared and did not know too much about anything what is going on. She waited long hours in the cold hospital hallways for the operation to be finished and later, for the anesthesia to be warned off. She looked old, like she aged in the process. But hey, all what is matter that after long hours of operation she opened her eyes and was alive. I asked all kind of question about the operation, the hospital, and how it was for my friend. She was impressed and amused by the iRobot nurse who delivered pillboxes for each patient in their rooms, straight to the little table at the bad, that the patients could help themselves. My resourceful friend found free coffee for visitors and nurses. I can imagine that this not only gave her so needed energy and warmth to her little body, but probably made her happier too. We had together not one cup of coffee, and I learned how she enjoys every sip of the beverage. She had such a way to appreciate both the aroma and the taste to celebrate her happiness to have her mommy next to her. Nurses and medical assistance aids were coming and doing their job. Recovery included a lot of things to make the body functioning. And when the body obtained strength, the physiotherapy exercises were introduced. Social worker provided the necessary equipment to be used at home. Nurses were surprised to learn that my friend never did any needle shuts and gave her a quick course on a piece of bread. It was of vital importance to avoid blood clocks after operation. Any time she passed the hospital chapel, she would pray for the fast recovery of her beloved mother. After a week, she finally left the room and found the hospital cafeteria. She was hungry, and wanted to eat the real warm food that she did not have for few weeks now. She survived on leftovers from mother's food. Because the mother was not from Baltimore, the food was not provided by the hospital, and she had to order it from a daily menu. My friend was so thankful for all the blessings of her mother's health improvement. The small things like a soft armchair in the room was a blessing as it allowed her to cuddle up and sleep on it, next to her mother. She was washing her in the mornings and cleaned her before the aid would show up, not because she did not trust them, no. She simply wanted to take care of her mother.

Good that her mother had a travel insurance on her ticket that covered the cost of operation. The insurance discovered a strange mistake as the paperwork included the cost of the hip operation and the two knees were attached as well, intentionally or not. Who knows? Good that it was caught in time and removed. 

Later, she looked for her mother at the grandson's place. She was cooking for the mother and the entire family. She was playing with their son, Shean, while the mother was watching them all. When the mother was strong enough, her son came and took her home. She lived another twenty years and thanks to the hip operation, her mobility was restored, and she was on the go to take care of herself.

To our mothers, who are the most beautiful stars in the sky. Cheers to their warm smiles, laughs, soft voice, and warm hugs!

Ladies, What Are You Doing in Chicago Anyway?

Ladies, what are you doing in Chicago anyway? For her mother, it was important to split the visiting time between two households - her daughter's family in Miami, helping her with grandchildren during the summertime and her oldest grandson's family in Baltimore. He had an adorable boy. It would be her grand grandson that she missed to see, growing from a baby into a smart toddler. But this was not the only idea her mother had, as she wanted to treat her grandson and his wife with her special fish dish. The young couple did not have a grading machine for meat processing in their household. Because of this, her mother prepared it in advance, put it in plastic bag, inside a lunch box, with a cooler to keep it fresh. Her carrying mother was holding up to the lunchbox with a special treat at all the time during this unusual trip. Her accompanied daughter did not check her luggage in to save time at the exit to town and kept it with her. It was a rookie mistake and the worst decision ever she made.

So far, the two ladies, mother and daughter, had such a good time together, by catching up on small talks. They missed each other a lot. The mother was happy to have her daughter by her side as she did not speak English well. She studied it when she was young but did not practice it. However, she was fluent in other languages, including German that could be also handy at the international airport.

The mother was in front, and the daughter followed her from behind at the escalator. It is difficult to know and tell, if her shoe stocked at the stairs, or she was too slowly to step up on the steady ground. She fell down. The daughter's hands were busy with the bag, and she could not catch her from behind. The crowd of people were coming up from the moving escalator, and it was a disaster. The daughter did not have any physical force to pick her mother up. She understood that the situation is serious as her mom could not move on her own. But people are good. Good Samarian genuine strong young men helped the mother to the bench. One man identify himself as a doctor, and he quickly tried to examine her to see if she could make it to Baltimore's flight's gate on her own. He commanded to call for a wheelchair to continue with the long airport walk. Some other caring people called and arranged the wheelchair delivery. Thanks God, it was enough time, and they were not at a hurry. When the plane came, the boarding people stepped up again, and the miracles and people's goodwill continue to follow. The seats were in the middle of the plane but a man from the first-class area gave up his expensive comfortable seat. The old lady had a good care and lunch, not from her lunch box. She did not give it to the flight attended to put on the shelf above her seat, not even for an hour, as she guarded her special gift by her side of all time. 

Ha, let you tell you something. I was sharing this story with my friend, a Homeland Security professional who was teaching the course on airport security at the University to students of the Criminal Justice program, and nobody was laughing from the foxy seventy-year-old lady on the plane, with a raw fish food item inside her lunch box that she sneaked inside the plane, with all the rules and restrictions that airport provided. In Baltimore, the mother arrived and rolled out in the wheelchair into happy strong hands of her grandson that simply lifted her and carried her to his SUV car. Yeah, you probably guessed it, they went straight from the airport to the emergency room at the Baltimore's Mount Sinai Hospital.

Chicago Airport: Story

 I run into an old friend. We did not see each other for some time. I ask how she is doing and how the family is doing. I ask how her mother is doing, which was always very nice and kind to me. This is the story my friend told me about her mom. He said that she hates the Chicago Airport because her mother fell down the escalator stairs and broke her hip. She got her to Baltimore, the city of her destination and stayed with her till full recovery. "I still have guilt," - she added. From my side, I said that I am really sorry to hear about her mother's accident. "It must be tough time for both of you. Don't be too hard on yourself, you were there for her when she needed you. That's what truly matters." 

"Well, I did few mistakes, but God wanted us to be together for each other." She stayed in the hospital with her, sleeping in the armchair in her room and, later, in the grandson's apartment in Baltimore. She learned to make needle shuts to avoid the blood clocks. I learned that she took an economical flight with two planes to change, and she did not have a proper luggage on wheels, just a large-size bag from the seventies. Her hands were busy, and she could not catch her mother's body under the pressure of the crowd coming up from the same escalator. I told her that it sounds like they both had some precious moments together, despite the circumstances. I insured her that she did her best out of a difficult situation and demonstrated a lot of strength and love. I put my hand around her and said: "Your dedication is really touching."

I totally get it! Traveling with multiply planes and managing luggage can be quite a challenge, especially when you have hands full. But hey, she made it work and that's what matters.

 When the school is over at the long summertime break the children as usual are home alone as parents have to work. What options do parents have? Perhaps they can sign up them for summer camp or take the two weeks of vacation to spend quality time with the children at the beach, with swimming activities. Children can play videogames, watch TV, listen to the music, and catch up on sleeping without looking at the clock. Also, every year, children bring the list of recommended books for summer reading for the book report to present on the first day of the new school year. As usual, this reading activity is not a priority, and could be waited for a rainy day or two when they cannot play in the great outdoors and have to stay inside. So, you can imagine how helpful it was for my friend to have her mother to come to visit her and to help with the children during the summertime.

On This Day: April 23 1564/23rd April 1616

 

On this day ~23rd April 1564/23rd April 1616

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Birth and death of William Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare was a renowned English poet, playwright, and actor, born in Stratford~upon~Avon.

His birthday is most commonly celebrated on 23 April, which is also believed to be the date he died in 1616.

William Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway on 28th November 1582, and they remained married until Shakespeare's death.

At the time of their marriage William was 18, while Anne was 26, and pregnant with their first child.

Anne and William's first daughter Susanna, was born six months after their marriage, and they would go on to have twins Judith and Hamnet a few years later.

Hamnet died at the age of 11 during the Plague.

Susanna married a local physician, Dr. John Hall and Judith married a vintner, Thomas Quinney.

Altogether Shakespeare's works include 38 plays, 2 narrative poems, 154 sonnets, and a variety of other poems.

No original manuscripts of Shakespeare's plays are known to exist today.

It is actually thanks to a group of actors from Shakespeare's company that we have about half of the plays at all.

Shakespeare died in Stratford-upon-Avon on 23rd April 1616, at the age of 52.

Shakespeare’s grave is in the Holy Trinity Church, his local parish church in Stratford upon Avon.

Shakespeare’s grave is famous for having a curse as an epitaph on the gravestone, which Shakespeare himself wrote.

Relic hunting was popular in Shakespeare’s day, and Shakespeare was aware his status as a leading writer, may have meant his bones would be dug up by one of the hunters.

The curse on Shakespeare’s grave warns:

"Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,

To dig the dust enclosed here.

Blessed be the man that spares these stones,

And cursed be he that moves my bones"

It was unusual for anyone to be buried inside the church, and Shakespeare managed this by buying a tithe deed for £440, which gave him the right to have a grave in the chancel of the church.

Shakespeare’s legacy is as rich and diverse as his work.

His plays have spawned countless adaptations across multiple genres and cultures.

His plays have had an enduring presence on stage and film.

William Shakespeare is well-known as a romantic poet, who had a fulfilling love life with his wife.

Reportedly, some of his last words to his wife were~

"Life is too short to love you in one,

I promise to look for you in the next life"

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Sources ~ shakespeare. Org.

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The Ruby Ring Story: Epilog

Epilog

In case you wondering what happened to the ring, with the beautiful ruby stone. When I left the country and followed my husband to live in the United States, my mother took it off from her finger and gave it to me. Possibly, she benchmarked not only her finger... but the history, and the end for the story for now. It is still too big for me. I wear it on the same finger where is my wedding ring. It became a part of me, first goes the ring with the ruby stone and then the wedding ring. Now, you too, my friend, know why my ring was a story and a history behind it. 

One of my history professors at the university compared the history to a spiral with progress and regress my making one step forward and scooping from the past at the same time. In my story the ring represents a cycle of life. The meaning of it is symbolic. Throughout the story, the ring connects the family's past with the present and makes room for the future continuation. I think that I have it for a reason. I believe that the fact that I own it is provisional. The future will take over, and a new twist will take a new wrinkle on the history and will create new stories to tell.

P.S. Fact. Five days later after a wrote this story, my daughter got her first professional job. I am not in a hurry to pass my ring to her. The time is not right yet...

Ida Tomshinsky@2005-2024

The Ruby Ring Story: Part IV Sasha and Paula

Part IV: Sasha and Paula

What else I know about Paula? My father always called her "an angel" for her kindness and soft character. My father's mother, and my grandmother, Rachel, passed away young at age of thirty-seven from a heart disease. Sasha who became motherless at seven years old was very close to his sister. Their friendship and love for each other was very touching. Her letters written during the war years on the covers of the old school notebooks were warm and moving. She loved and worried deeply about her brother and my father, Sasha, in the years of separation. Every word was sincere as only a loving sister can express. She was "an angel." Paula was a very special sister for my father. He always cherished the warm memories of his sister. He saved all her war correspondences. He even kept a piece of her cloth as a spiritual object till his death. Upon his request, it was thrown in his grave to unite them after death. 

When I think about Paula, my memory always brings up a photo from my family album. I picture a nice summer day. On the porch of the summer house sits a young woman with three beautiful children, two girls and a boy in sailors suites in Art Deco fashion style. The photo, probably, was taken in late twenties or early thirties. Both girls have loosened hair with big bows, and a boy of two or three years old peacefully sits on his mother's lap. This boy is my father, little Sasha, and the two girls were, my aunts, Paula and Amalia. I did not know Paula. She never became an aunt to me. At the present time, all three siblings passed away. I want Paula to be remembered for what a wonderful human being she was.