Realities & Fears

FYI: These posts are half typed and half using the terrific keyboard dictation feature.

One thing I’ve realized in the last 15+ years of hospital stays with my brain aneurysms, is that a hospital gown, or Johnny as they are referred to, is the great equalizer.

When wearing the gown, no one knows how rich or poor you are, your political leanings, the internal trauma you have endured, and for how long. It’s the costume of reality in a hospital. The Johnny doesn’t care.

The richest most powerful woman in your state is essentially just another patient like the young man who washes dishes at a restaurant laying next to her. The opening at the back of a Johnny not only displays our backsides, but also exposes our extreme vulnerabilities while staying in the hospital.

Any modicum of modesty is thrown out the window as one relinquishes personal “duties” to the nurse working your room at the moment. God bless them ALL!

There was a woman and her teenage daughter in the waiting area for admissions when Dave and I arrive. The older woman had MS and her daughter had cerebral palsy. They both required assistance walking and the daughter had communication issues.

Having one person with a disability in the family can be challenging enough, but I had tremendous amount of respect and empathy for this woman and her daughter dealing with daily struggles to live a “normal” life. And the mom was upbeat, chatty, and smart.

Observing this woman and her daughter maneuver the hallway and communicate with the hospital staff was a swift dose of potential realities for the brain procedure I was about to undergo in a few short hours.

Although I had a tremendous amount of confidence in the staff and doctors here at Maine Med, it IS still the brain and there is aways some potential for something unexpected to happen.

With the only other exception being the heart, if something goes wrong during a procedure in the brain, it can effect the rest of your life in a dramatic way. Just what we needed to see before heading up to pre-op.

My fears dissipated after speaking to my doctor before the procedure and I was ready to get this over. I knew whatever came from it, that Dave and I could handle it.

But I’m still not a fan of the Johnny, however.

4 thoughts on “Realities & Fears

  1. Having been graced by a “Johnny” after my kidney surgery, I couldn’t agree more! Shuffling along the hospital hallways in my hospital provided dotted socks during my nurse encouraged (and by encouraged I mean forced) walks, believe me, I felt the breeze…

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  2. This post is really good, Aunt Heidi. The Johnny. I have never looked at the gown in this way before. You know more that most what it is like to wear this attire. What a way to look at it when you’re there and in it. And to have observed others while going through your own situation and let them show you to be grateful was very noble and heartwarming. I am so impressed that you wrote such a powerful post days after having your procedure. I never knew that a keyboard had a dictation feature and that is great that you used it, I am sure that it helped but I am sure it still took a lot out of you to do. I love you, Aunt Heidi. This was an amazing entry XoXoXo- Jenny

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  3. This post is really good, Aunt Heidi. The Johnny. I have never looked at the gown in this way before. You know more that most what it is like to wear this attire. What a way to look at it when you’re there and in it. And to have observed others while going through your own situation and let them show you to be grateful was very noble and heartwarming. I am so impressed that you wrote such a powerful post days after having your procedure. I never knew that a keyboard had a dictation feature and that is great that you used it, I am sure that it helped but I am sure it still took a lot out of you to do. I love you, Aunt Heidi. This was an amazing entry XoXoXo- Jenny

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