St. Francis Hospital

Tonight I go to bed #grateful that they sent me home tonight!  Because that means 1) even though they rushed me in STAT (), I’m not dying or in need of emergency surgery (that’s all the “new” I know right now but that’s good enough); and 2) I don’t have to plot how to rip out an IV and abscond from the hospital to vote tomorrow (which I may or may not have implied I would do). 

As a person who is never really sick, never broken a bone, never had a major surgery, never stayed in a hospital overnight, never had a trip to the ER, only been under anesthesia for my wisdom teeth removal like 2 years ago (about which I freaked out for weeks), and had an IV only twice before, I’m also grateful to the great staff at St. Francis who helped further put me at ease (especially when I almost passed out and then almost threw up). Having grown up Catholic, I also just feel comforted by the atmosphere at St. Francis.

Also, no political ads or news…I got good ole wholesome Andy Griffith on the TV. 

Onward: tomorrow we vote…and I get back together with the doctor.

In the meantime, I remember the words from the prayer of St. Francis, which seem almost like a call to action appropriate for this current time and place (especially on the eve of this election):

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

Sleep well, friends. Stay healthy and safe!