A friend had a bike accident while vacationing in Italy recently. She suffered a femoral head fracture that required emergency surgery. The surgeons sank three screws into the the top of her femur.
She had eaten lunch only an hour before the accident, so the Italian docs worried about putting her under for the surgery, but after discussion between the anesthesiologist and the surgeon, it was decided that they shouldn't delay the surgery because of the danger posed by possible damage to blood vessels.
My friend was surprised that upon waking from the anesthesia, she had a pronounced feeling of physical and mental well-being.
The Italian docs started her on physical therapy on the second day of her four-day hospital stay. They said she could stay longer if she felt she wasn't ready to leave.
I asked my friend how she felt about the quality of care she received. She had high praise for the docs and the nurses, but she found two aspects of her hospital stay unpleasant: the food was absolutely awful and, although the hospital was air conditioned, the temperature was too high for an American who prefers to be refrigerated during the summer months. Her sheets were drenched through much of the day, everyday, but the staff thought the temperature in her room was fine. Guess it's all about what you're used to. Anyway, she came away with a very positive impression of Italian medical care.
Why am I telling you all this? No particular reason. It's just a story. I could have written about some unpleasant experiences I had this past week, like getting stuck in the underground last night while CTA police dealt with a problematic passenger who hocked up something gross and spit at a young woman sitting across from us for no apparent reason. But I didn't want to write about my own unpleasant experiences over the past week, though now you know about the Subway Spitter.
Perhaps my friend's story of her injury was a metaphor for my week. I felt a bit battered at times, and at times things got pretty gross, but I have people in my life who are capable, attentive and caring, even though I think it's too hot while they think the temperature is just right.
Huh... This was like one of my old free-associations posts, in which I write about whatever comes to mind, then conclude with an interpretation.