Date: July 21, 2017 04:25AM
Technically, I'm a Presbyterian, but I haven't attended there in ages, and I wouldn't want to bother the kind young minister with having to visit me. I like the guy, but hey- I don't contribute anything to his church and we both know it. He has enough to worry about.
If I'm either ill enough to be in the hospital, or especially, if I'm post-operative and grouchy with pain, I don't want to have to put on party manners for anybody. My family understands this.
My son, bless his heart, was sitting in a chair at my bedside when I awoke after surgery. He said he had sent DH home, and was assuming duty. I was still pretty out of it from anesthesia, but tried to carry on a proper conversation. He finally put a hand on my arm and said, "Look, Mom - you don't have to entertain me. you've been through a pretty rough surgery, you're still pretty gronked-out on drugs, so just go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." And he was.
Can you imagine the love of a son who is willing to sit and read, while you swim up from anesthesia? I was willing to sink back into sleep, waking up later much less foggy-brained, and yes, Son was still there. I am so grateful for my kids, the ones I can laugh with, cry with, and just enjoy BEING with.
Son told me later that the nurses had tried to shoo him out after "visiting hours." He explained, very politely, that he had promised, during my brief period of post-op wakefulness, that he had promised to be there the next time I woke up, and he intended to keep that promise, but he assured them that once I was fully awake, he would go home. But he wasn't about to let him Mom wake up to an empty room after making that promise.
The nurses were very understanding. Several of them told me I had a very sweet son, and I just smiled, saying, "Yeah, he has always been that way." Lucky, lucky me!!