Ranting, Raving, and Reactions

Tonight’s post finds me in Nashville, Tennessee. I am actually at the Opry Mills Hotel. (I couldn’t find an outlet to recharge my battery while I write this, so I am sitting on a bench on a popular walkway. I could blog about the variety of people walking by, but I won’t. It would seem a little redundant with having written other posts about people-watching.) I have been attending another conference, representing the company I work for as we talk to clients, past clients and potential new clients. I absolutely thrive in this environment.

This post is going to seem random to any new readers of Dixon Stadium. To those that have been here before, it will just be par for the course. I have lots of different topics rolling around in my head that I want to blog about. So, just bear with me as I decompress.

First of all, I have something I have been wanting to say for several days. It has to do with people in the medical field. I am not talking about health insurance or medicines and their side effects. I am talking about health care facilitators. The other day, Candice had a minor procedure done. Right off the bat, I knew it was going to be a long day. We got some nurse that might be a good nurse, but was a horrible care-provider. She called Candi a “he” or “him”, literally, about 12 times. If anyone walked into the room or if she got side-tracked for even a moment, it would take 15 minutes to get her back on task. It got real old in a hurry doing things on her time-frame.

Then, we get downstairs, a few minutes away from having our daughter wheeled back to surgery and the anesthesiologist walks up. I stick out my hand to greet him and to introduce myself. He cautions me not to shake his hand because he, as well as the nurses, are sick and have been coughing and sneezing. (The only one not sick was the actual doctor doing the procedure.) Finally, a little bit later, we get Candice back up to her room. This is where we will spend the next several hours waiting for Candice to get the anesthesia out of her system and able to keep down liquids. Two things at this point begin to get to me. One was that the nurse didn’t do much to actually care for Candice. All she did was tell us that we will have to wait another hour every time Candice got sick. Then she would turn around and leave the room. Thanks; you’ve been a great help!The other cause for concern and irritation was that we would later learn that 4 other kids were going through the same thing Candice was. There were five kids on the floor that day that were throwing up after having different things done to them. And by the way, this does not alarm anyone and thus nothing is said until we are literally walking out the door to head home. So, here is the breakdown. Once you go to the doctor, all other forms of treatment are exhausted and it is decided that some form of surgery is needed, and after getting the insurance to finally approve of the procedure; you potentially get to deal with a nurse who just sees you or your child as another case and as part of the job. I am not asking that everyone involved to feel some sentimental connection to every patient, but do make me feel like my child is the most important one on the planet during such a time.

Let me do some aggressive encouragement at this point. If you are not happy with your job, if you feel like you can be better used in another field or find yourself in a rut; stop ruining other people’s day and go do something else. There seems to be an unending number of people that have zero passion about what it is they do. Of all people that understand that life can get in the way of the passion that you once started out with when you began your career, it is me. I do know how hard it is to maintain a focus on the task at-hand when everything else around you is breaking down. I do know what it is like to have a few days or even a few months of dragging and having to really push yourself to make it through the day. I have been there time and time again. But there has to be some overwhelming sense of worth that prevails in the end. I’ll say this. If you are in said rut and feel that right now is not the time to get out but you desperately want to do so, don’t make things worse by doing your job poorly. My job is not for everyone. In fact, there are some that would even call my job worthless. But here’s the kicker, I love it. I love my job. I get loud and proud about it because I dove in head-first the day I started. I guess what it boils down to is one thing. I love life. There are plenty of things I hate about life, but in general, I LOVE life. I have so much to live for. And so much to enjoy. Tonight, I had a dinner with a colleague of mine. We had talked to several people on the way to eat dinner. As we sat down he asked me if I had ever met a stranger. My response was,”I hope not.”

My flight Saturday morning was an interesting one. I did get my usual exit row seat, but this time, it was the middle seat. I sat between a gay music teacher and an independent business consultant. Talk about one of the most awesome conversations I have ever had. All three of us attended church. All three of us had a significant other that we cared deeply for. All three of us had people in our lives that we are close to that have had to deal with some serious medical issues as of late. All of us were headed to Nashville on business. My reaction to this brief hour and a half flight? God loves us all. It was most definitely a great opportunity for growth. If you only live life in your comfort zone, Heaven or Hell is going to be a shock to your system.

And a final note from a dad. When I first started traveling for business, people would tell me that I am going to miss my kids and wife and just being home. I had to question them on their sanity. Did they have any idea how peaceful the ‘road’ can be compared to a house of five kids. I did miss my wife and being in my own bed at night and just the routine of normalcy; whatever that was anymore. I find that as my kids get older, it does get harder to be away. (Liz told me the other day that Sam had wanted daddy to brush her hair after the bath. I LOVE brushing my daughters’ hair.) I love them all. I really miss Hud’s Bamm-Bamm hair and the way he tries to hurry somewhere with his cast on. I miss the way Sam runs into you when she wants to give you a hug. I miss watching Candice’s repetitive nature. She loves to do what everyone else is doing, but only after they do it and they haven’t gotten in trouble for it. I miss the way Madison loves to sing and makes-up her own songs. And I miss Logan’s opinions on just about every issue under the sun.

You better believe I am going to Live Hard AND Play Hard. For those that want things a little slower, get out of the left-hand lane. If symptoms are the sign of a problem, how would you describe your life’s circumstances?


4 Responses to “Ranting, Raving, and Reactions”

  1. Wow babe! Awesome post. ALL of it from beginning to end…love it. Your job, the hospital experience…and most of all…the images of our kids like only you could put it. You make me smile babe. I love you and miss you!

  2. NanaPops Says:

    Great to get to catch up on your thoughts, whereabouts and new growth experiences. Say hey to the Vol state and hug all for us back home.

  3. Logan's Special K Says:

    Don’t get me started on hospitals and medical professionals. You and I could do a month long post.

  4. I can’t believe you stayed at the Opry Mills without me…You are a bad boy!

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