Life has been so busy that it is difficult to find time to write blog posts! "What?", you say. Well it's true, even though I AM retired.
It has been on the Post It note next to the computer to write about the books that I have read this summer. Also on a Post It note has been to write about musings about the political scene and yet, today, I decided to
write about yesterday. Yesterday was spent at H+ Hospital which used to be called DeLaFe. A place that
I was ensconced in a couple of times.
I wanted to see what improvements have occurred since they added an elevator to get to the patient room floor and other things.
Ah yes, when I stayed there about thirteen or fourteen years ago for the first time, they had to wheel me up a ramp to get to the room. I was convinced that I might die ..........not from the blood pressure issues but from being in the hospital in Mexico.
Much has changed..........all for the better.
I was not the person having surgery yesterday. Rather it was a friend who needed someone to take him, wait while he had surgery and then take him home to his wife who is basically home bound due to age.
Everything went like clockwork. I was impressed. I was impressed with the fact that the doctor said he would meet us at a specific place at a certain time to begin the process and he was there. The surgery was
at the time the doctor had let my friend know in advance it would be and then the doctor came out to the reception room to tell me when it was over and that in two hours my friend would be able to go home!
We arrived at 1PM and left at 6:30PM. Prep procedures and follow up procedures to remove IVs etc was done in the emergency room. It is a very stream lined process in Mexico. My friend paid, with a credit card, in advance, for the hospital costs for the procedure and received his documents at the end before leaving the hospital. We then went to the pharmacy and got his prescriptions filled. Then home to recuperate. Bada bing, bada boom!
I was astonished at how alert he was after surgery. Usually, well at least I am fairly groggy after something like that. Not him, which was a relief.
It was encouraging to see the cleanliness, and organization of my friend's day of surgery at H+. The doctor was probably in his mid 30's and very sharp. I'm not sure what his specialty is, but he was very professional and friendly.
While sitting in the reception area for five hours, many old friends came in for one thing or the other. It was like "Old Home Week". In addition, I watched how the receptionist answered the phones, took payments for hospital care, gave documents and papers to patients, and made appointments for people.
I must say in the USA that would have required five to ten people to do all of those responsibilities.
It made me smile.
The whole experience was reassuring.