But since I don’t want to end this saga on a down note, I’d like to point out that it all worked out in end, and if even one of the lessons I learned from my time in the hospital helps someone else down the line, well . . . it won’t necessarily make it all worthwhile, but it’s a step in the right direction, at least. With that in mind, here’s one more thing I learned:
When you call and tell someone you need help “cleaning something up,” the look of joy on their face is palpable when they realize you’ve shaved your head in the shower, but you’re not flexible enough yet to bend down and clean up the hair.
“Sorry,” I told them.
“Don’t be!” the assistant assured me. “Do you have any idea what ‘help cleaning something up’ usually means for me?”
Chuckling, I replied, “Actually, I do have some idea, yeah, and that’s half the reason I phrased it the way I did. That’s what I’m sorry about, but I do also appreciate the help with the hair.”
What can I say? Sometimes you just have to take your chuckles where you can . . . especially in a hospital, and with that said, this saga is done!