How are you?
I find common social graces amusing some times. While rushing Hannah to the hospital this Monday, I called the nursing agency.
"Hello. Thank you for calling Childrens Nursing company. This is B. How may I help you?"
"Ahh, Hi B, this is Janette, Hannah's mother."
"Oh, hi, how are you doing?"
This is the funny part.
"I'm fine." I always pausing as my internal dialog laughs at me. No, I'm not fine, I'm rushing Hannah to the hospital again. After the pause, I proceed. "I'm calling to let you know we have detected blood in Hannah's stomach and are taking her to the emergency room. I'm thinking will be spending the night, but I'm not sure. Could you let S. know so she can inform G. and let whoever is on call know that I will be calling when I know more."
As our van clicks over the freeway bumps, I hear the pause on the other end. I wonder what is going through B's mind. She is the new director and new to the medically fragile world. I had just said I was fine. And then I proceeded to tell her how un-fine things were at the moment.
But my technical mind (from being raised by an engineer) is in the driver's seat of my mouth, and it knows I'm fine, Hannah, on the other hand: well, that is a whole other bucket of thoughts.
--Mom
