This is the sixth unit I've been in since I arrived at the Hospital three months ago. When I arrived here it was wild. People going around everywhere. The corridors jammed with people stopping me to find out WHO I was, telling me their medical history, how long they had been here, the name of their children and grandchildren, etc.
Finally the receiving nurse intervened and I got settled into my bed thinking, "What kind of three-ring circus is this?!"
I'm in a unit of people with brain injuries, dementia, poor people who don't have a home they can go back to because they have been here so long, people with mobility issues (myself included), etc. Anybody who isn't accutely sick but cannot just be simply discharged. It is a specialized Transition unit.
It was a month ago that I arrived here and I just celebrated my 59th birthday within these walls and what a HUGE fuss everybody made over me.
I was greeted in the morning by the nurse with,
"Happy Birthday, Laura-Lee. Time for another anal swab."😲
Then I discovered this wasn't just for me but EVERYBODY in the unit would get one and anyone who asked "Why do I have to have ANOTHER anal swab?" were told it was "in honor of Laura's birthday".
You should have heard the comments:
"Well, I like Laura, but not THAT much."
"Aren't birthday candles suppose to go on the cake not in my butt?"
(To which I responded, "Don't complain because they've got 58 more of them.")
And many more jokes I can't actually repeat here.
The Lord took my birthday and used it to get everyone laughing through an experience that is NOT pleasant (understatement of the year).
But that was just the first part of my birthday.
An hour later I was brought a Hot Chocolate from Tim Hortons and told my presence was required in the Rec Room at 1:30 pm.
Everyone who was mobile was there. I was presented with a donut from Timmies with sprinkles all over it (the kind Homer Simpson loves) with a candle on it while everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I told them my wish when I blew out my candle was the same as my prayers; that everyone would find a home.
Then we played BINGO and won Chocolate bars, then finished up with cookies.
I haven't had anyone sing "Happy Birthday" to me in thirteen years (the last birthday I spent with Mom before she died). But it wasn't just sung to me once but FIVE times more by people who weren't able to come to Laura's Birthday Bingo Party. (Patients and Healthcare workers alike)
But as lovely as that was, it was the gifts and cards that were given to me that day that touched me the most. People who had no money and were not able to get out to get me something gave to me from whatever they had.
Gifts from their food Trays came to me throughout the day with their love and birthday greetings. One lady made me a card, another revamped an Easter Card she received to give to me.
It made me think of the Bible verse,
"The Lord gathers the lonely into families." (Psalm 68:6)
and also about the widow who gave only two pennies to the Temple but Jesus pointed her out because she gave ALL that she had. (Luke 21)
I truly believe the Gospel of Jesus is spread the most effectively not from a podium or from behind a pulpit but person to person by just ordinary people. Exactly the way it was originally done by the first Christians.
Even when Peter gave his Pentecost sermon that saw thousands converted, after that they all gathered in smaller groups in people's homes.
What is my point?
I don't have one. It's just me reflecting. You may glean from my vast 59 years of extreme wisdom whatever you wish. 💁♀️
The Truth with Love
Aways Laura-Lee