TITLE: ” ANGELS IN SCRUBS “

A few weeks ago a funny thing happened as I was preparing for my three mile jog. Y’all know the nearest I come to jogging is a pair of Addias running shorts I only wear on special occasions. As I headed to the kitchen for my morning coffee it suddenly dawned on me, my left leg was twice the size of my right leg. It does not take a rocket scientist to determine, ” Maybe you need to seek medical attention”.

After sonograms and test in the E.R. it was diagnosed that yours truly had a DVT, deep vein thrombosis or in layman’s terms a massive blood clot in my left leg. I was instructed to make an appointment with my cardiologist asap. After jumping through numerous hoops and some rescheduling of medical appointments I met with Dr. A. Not only was Dr. A. a God send, he is considered as one of the best of the best in his field of Cardiac and Vascular Medicine. Within minutes of examing my leg, I was immediately admitted to the hospital and scheduled for the surgical procedure for a DVT. It would take pages to explain the procedure for DVT, but a quick Google tells the tale.

Fast forward. After the surgery when I was rolled out of the operating room no dignitary in the world could have gotten greater medical attention. In the Cardiac I.C.U. there were hovering nurses and tech.’s barking medical terms that sounded Greek to me. Suddenly there was this gentle nurses’ voice with a simple instruction, ” You do nothing for yourself, getting you better is our job”. Being flat on my back for long perod of time, at three a:m I felt the need to adjust my position in the bed. No sooner than I made the slighest move there was that gentile voice again reprimanding me like a child, ” Mr. E. that is a no-no, buzz the nurse next time you need something”. Meekly I replied, ” Sorry, I must have hit the panel it with my elbow”.

Fast forward again. It was Saturday afternoon and during Dr. A’s rounds he determined I could be released. After visits from physical therapy and numerous instructions from my nurse, my transportation ( hospital term for a wheelchair ) had arrived. As my wife and I passed the nurses’ desk they cheered my release and in retrospect, they and Dr. A deserved our heart felt gratitude.

There is an old saying,” When you hear a bell ring an angel has earned their wings”. It occurred to me when the monitors in a hospital room begin to beep doctors and nurses’ in scrubs are earning their wings. Of course, these wonderful medical professionals earn their wings on an hourly basis. And may I say after coming home to recuperate, my wife is earning her wings as well. God bless.

Please be safe.