i try to remember to bless
even the crabbiest, scattered, distracted and inattentive people –
really i do.
everybody carries around
their stories of glory
and their stories of grief.
i know they do –
know it, i tell you –
and i have every intention of
blessing them.
saturday night in the emergency room
(and all day sunday, too)
i remembered to bless
all the people who bathed us in
positive, loving thoughts and messages.
i remembered to bless my friends
who asked
“do i need to come?”
and the friend from high school
who sent me a private message
containing only his cell phone number.
i remembered to bless
my children
and my mother
and my sibs
who checked in just enough
but not too much.
i even remembered to bless
the dog
who met us at the door
when we got home.
but
saturday night in the emergency room
i forgot to bless
the 2 year old who obviously
hadn’t gotten her nap in that day.
i forgot to bless
her parents
who settled into recliners
and let her run around
playing with the hospital computer
and talking to the other people,
also tired and sick,
everyone
(except possibly the 2 year old)
eager to get home.
i forgot to bless
the technician who was surprised to hear
that he was about to draw blood
and repeat the test
some 4.5 hours ahead of schedule.
i forgot to bless
the nurse who seemed surprised to hear
that she wasn’t supposed to draw blood
from the port they’d inserted hours before.
and i forgot to bless
the obviously ADD
attendant
who came to draw the blood
(at the appointed time)
and was surprised that she’d forgotten to bring
about half the things she needed.
i forgot to bless
the admissions people
who were surprised that we’d slipped right through their cracks,
meaning that some 8 hours later,
we had to do the entry paperwork
so we could do the discharge paperwork
and leave.
and for a while
for a short while
right when we first got to the emergency room,
i forgot to bless my husband
who hadn’t told me
that he’d started taking
blood pressure medicine
about a month ago.
it’s monday now,
and i’m thinking
that blessings don’t have
a shelf life
or expiration date,
so maybe i’ll just post-bless them all –
even the ones i’ve already
blessed repeatedly –
and i’ll start afresh
and again
to remember to bless
everybody,
every
single
person
no matter what
adjectives i attach to them.
(well, almost everybody.
cause
honestly,
i don’t think i’ll ever
be that good.)
Oh, Jeanne – the picture you put to the post — how apropos! I'm looking at how all the branches/threads connect to the whole, how so many of them connect to each other — and it's making me smile.
I'm also thinking of Mary Oliver's Wild Geese poem — with “you don't have to be good…”
love this! love that you're BACK from the hospital!!
just seeing your name pop up makes me smile. and your fb message(s) during our saturday night adventure made me smile, too. they still are.
I loved this. Every word. I was so worried when I heard you were hanging out in the hospital. And listen to you blessing everyone, regardless of how irritating or incompetent they were. You are a true gem. xo
I loved this too 🙂 Having just had my own recent trip to the ER, I think I have some post-blessing to do. Sending love to you and hubby. Glad the adventure was just that.
Oh, Jeanne, yes. Hard to remember, isn't it? In traffic I look at the guy in such a hurry, darting around cars, and try to remember to think – maybe he had a bad day, maybe there's an emergency. Of course, maybe he's just a jerk, but then he's doing the best he can with who he is. Thanks for your post. I'll try to be more aware. And all is well? Scary in the ER.
Oh, Jeanne. I must have missed all the postings. I hope you are both okay.
Your post is beautiful, like you.
One question, did you remember to bless yourself? No shelf life on that, either…
Sending you blessings, darling,
Julie
Tears. Bless you. (even though it's embarassing to cry at work).
You are so generous. Thank you for this.
I hope that the entire issue is fully resolved with complete healing….and I'm sending you some butterflies to help with the heating in case you need them.
Hugs, too
~T~
Oh my goodness… what?!? I had no idea this had happened, and I'm so very, very glad everything turned out okay – it DID, right? Lots of love to you and hubs!!
And this is beautiful – raw, honest and full of love and life.
xoxo
takes a gem to know a gem . . . xo
oh, lord. i hope everything's okay with you and yours now. a trip to the er is something i'd wish for only a handful of people (those i just can't bless, period.)
it is unbelievably hard to remember. i wish i was this saint-like kind of girl, but i'm just not. sigh.
julie daley, i love you. that is all.
awwwww. you make me laugh and cry, both.
Now, finally that I have a moment…first, I truly hope that everything is okay…I gather from what you wrote that it is, but just wanted to be sure. Second, you are good, for even caring enough about it afterward to back and bless…I so get what you said, my parents have been in and out of the hospital in the past year for a variety of issues and oh, it is so difficult to not lose your patience. As years go by and I am quite sure that several doctors and nurses will be sorry they ever met me, I am the one that reminds them what they forgot, that medication hasn't been delivered yet, that I will not let them be incompetent. I don't know if you ever saw my post on Mrs. M about my bad medical year, (it is here if you are bored and want to listen to me rant: http://www.mrsmediocrity.com/?p=882) but since then, I have no tolerance for doctors that can't take the time to be thorough. Okay, I'm done. Don't get me started on this particular topic…but really, let me know that all is well once again, cause I can't be a mrs. sandwich without the and.
still working on the health issue. thanks and xo, my friend.
p.s., love your photo!
I am sending much love and healing thoughts, lots of wonderous wishes, and a big hug via the interwebs. All there is to say is that I adore you, and I hope that you did add yourself to the blessings list as Julie suggested. I hope that your hubby is back to the best of health right away. You and your blessings knock my socks off. seriously.
well, like i said: i'm no card-carrying good girl yet. i have long-standing issues with the medical industry, and i'll admit that having just read this particular post just now, it reads like something out of the pages of Passive Aggressive for Dummies. like you, i will not let doctors or nurses or attendants or technicians be incompetent, and truth be known: some are. and i hate feeling like i can't be honest about it for political reasons: for fear they'll flag my file and deliberately mistreat my famdamily. god knows, it's bad enough when i'm anonymous.
okay, breathing. blessing. breathing. blessing . . .
thanks, danette. you render me sockless, too.
thanks. it's vines growing up an exterior wall at the getty museum in la. sometimes the best art is outside the 4 walls . . .
Dang… how can I ever thank @mrsmediocrity for telling me about you?
Dang, I owe her one big time.
To you: sending the best, offering little but well wishes and heartfelt best thoughts.
Sign me, bookmarking you,
@mstracybrown
and 1/2 of @happinessinside