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Sorry long post.


Yesterday my wife had an elective weight loss surgery. My day started at 0430. Everything went well, according to the surgeon. It wasn’t until after 1400hrs when she got up to her room. And I got to see her.
Well things got interesting after that.
While my wife is doing ok. Apparently me and hospital rules are incompatible.
Last night it was announced that visiting hours were ending at 1800hrs. I ignored that and stayed till 2330. I left when my wife was ok being without me. Not their decision to make.
On the way out I figured I’d just ask when I could come back in the morning. I was told 11am. When I asked why so late? I was told that’s just the “policy”.
This morning I showed up at 0930 figuring I’d try to get them to let me in a little early. Only to be told by the Queen Latiffa impersonating security girl. “You ain’t allowed up in da rooms befo 2pm.”
Besides being grammatically incorrect on many levels. She was also sadly mistaken on my “policy” for taking care of my wife.
This is where things got interesting. As any of you know all modern hospitals have RFID chip controlled doors. So to gain access to the area where. My wife’s room is you would think I would need to be “allowed” in. But you would on this occasion be Wrong! Yesterday while making a journey through the labyrinth of halls and elevators to get to the cafeteria. I used an elevator that had doors on both sides of it. One set opened to the public hallway. The other to the interior of the “secured” patient area. That nugget of information. Is what I exploited this morning after my encounter with Ms. Latiffa.
Once I passed through the elevator and got into the patient area. It was just a matter of authoritative presence. To stroll down the hall and into my wife’s room. There are times when policies conflict with your beliefs or duty to care for a loved one. That you should choose disobedience.
I will add to this. That at no time did the CNA’s, nurses or doctors. Express any problems with me being in the room with my wife. Two actually thanked me for being there last night to help her.
As it freed them up to take care of other patients.
Have a good Tuesday guys
Fluffy
 
Maryland998 said:
Sorry long post.


Yesterday my wife had an elective weight loss surgery. My day started at 0430. Everything went well, according to the surgeon. It wasn’t until after 1400hrs when she got up to her room. And I got to see her.
Well things got interesting after that.
While my wife is doing ok. Apparently me and hospital rules are incompatible.
Last night it was announced that visiting hours were ending at 1800hrs. I ignored that and stayed till 2330. I left when my wife was ok being without me. Not their decision to make.
On the way out I figured I’d just ask when I could come back in the morning. I was told 11am. When I asked why so late? I was told that’s just the “policy”.
This morning I showed up at 0930 figuring I’d try to get them to let me in a little early. Only to be told by the Queen Latiffa impersonating security girl. “You ain’t allowed up in da rooms befo 2pm.”
Besides being grammatically incorrect on many levels. She was also sadly mistaken on my “policy” for taking care of my wife.
This is where things got interesting. As any of you know all modern hospitals have RFID chip controlled doors. So to gain access to the area where. My wife’s room is you would think I would need to be “allowed” in. But you would on this occasion be Wrong! Yesterday while making a journey through the labyrinth of halls and elevators to get to the cafeteria. I used an elevator that had doors on both sides of it. One set opened to the public hallway. The other to the interior of the “secured” patient area. That nugget of information. Is what I exploited this morning after my encounter with Ms. Latiffa.
Once I passed through the elevator and got into the patient area. It was just a matter of authoritative presence. To stroll down the hall and into my wife’s room. There are times when policies conflict with your beliefs or duty to care for a loved one. That you should choose disobedience.
I will add to this. That at no time did the CNA’s, nurses or doctors. Express any problems with me being in the room with my wife. Two actually thanked me for being there last night to help her.
As it freed them up to take care of other patients.
Have a good Tuesday guys
Fluffy
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Great news on the missus! Sometimes rules need to be broken, keep fighting the good fight brother.
 
Thanks Tim.
Normally I would follow rules. Or be The one enforcing them. These rules are IMHO arbitrary. And not in my wife’s best interest. On top of the actual staff taking care of her. Not having an issue with my presence. Thus my unwillingness to follow them.
 
Glad your wife is recovering well. In my experience, most nurses don't mind bending visiting hour rules as long as they can get their work done. Of course, there are also nurses who enforce rules like Vince Lombardi. Thankfully, they are usually outnumbered.
 
I’m glad you could be there for the missus Ken! It’d be much nicer if such rules were applied on a case by case basis. Sorry you had to go through all that hassle.
 
Yea Bruce. I am being very mindful to be a help. I know I don’t like the public getting in my way when I’m doing my job. But then if they want things done quicker than we can get there. When a tree falls down or get a big snow. They can have at it. Without me complaining.
 
Maryland998 said:
Sorry long post.


Yesterday my wife had an elective weight loss surgery. My day started at 0430. Everything went well, according to the surgeon. It wasn’t until after 1400hrs when she got up to her room. And I got to see her.
Well things got interesting after that.
While my wife is doing ok. Apparently me and hospital rules are incompatible.
Last night it was announced that visiting hours were ending at 1800hrs. I ignored that and stayed till 2330. I left when my wife was ok being without me. Not their decision to make.
On the way out I figured I’d just ask when I could come back in the morning. I was told 11am. When I asked why so late? I was told that’s just the “policy”.
This morning I showed up at 0930 figuring I’d try to get them to let me in a little early. Only to be told by the Queen Latiffa impersonating security girl. “You ain’t allowed up in da rooms befo 2pm.”
Besides being grammatically incorrect on many levels. She was also sadly mistaken on my “policy” for taking care of my wife.
This is where things got interesting. As any of you know all modern hospitals have RFID chip controlled doors. So to gain access to the area where. My wife’s room is you would think I would need to be “allowed” in. But you would on this occasion be Wrong! Yesterday while making a journey through the labyrinth of halls and elevators to get to the cafeteria. I used an elevator that had doors on both sides of it. One set opened to the public hallway. The other to the interior of the “secured” patient area. That nugget of information. Is what I exploited this morning after my encounter with Ms. Latiffa.
Once I passed through the elevator and got into the patient area. It was just a matter of authoritative presence. To stroll down the hall and into my wife’s room. There are times when policies conflict with your beliefs or duty to care for a loved one. That you should choose disobedience.
I will add to this. That at no time did the CNA’s, nurses or doctors. Express any problems with me being in the room with my wife. Two actually thanked me for being there last night to help her.
As it freed them up to take care of other patients.
Have a good Tuesday guys
Fluffy
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I hope your wife has a speedy recovery.
 
Glad you were able to attend to your wife. I always thought that hospitals allowed one member of the immediate family to always be in the room with the patient. I know COVID changed a lot of that. But it's ridiculous to to say that a husband can't be with his wife.

Glad you took initiative to thwart the oppressors! 🤪 Hope she does well with her new lease on life. I know weight loss surgery has helped a lot of people.
 
Wow time flies. Been two days since getting settled in back at Casa Fluffy.
Wife got discharged Tuesday afternoon. Right on schedule. So far, knock on wood no hiccups. She is doing very well. Each successive day she is improving her mobility and speed getting around. While she doesn't have the same guy mentality of "being tough" as we do. She is doing better than she has in past post surgery experiences.
There is a set timeline for when we can add things to her new diet. And today we can add some new items that should be more palatable than the last three days.
One day at a time is the most appropriate phrase at the moment. And once again my experience in the military has paid huge dividends. Having the ability to function on little sleep and adapt to the situation. And remain calm and focused throughout. The result of my training carries over to things like this and gives me the perspective to deal with what comes up.
I mean she (wife) can be demanding and formidable. But she ain't no Sgt. Hiles. (Sr. Drill Instructor, Ft. Benning GA circa 1987)
Fluffy
 
Been a bit since I've checked in with you guys.
Lot's going on here at Casa Fluffy. We are now officially 1 week into my wife's recovery from weight loss surgery.
For the most part she has had a typical last seven days. All of the usual trials associated with having 6 holes put into your abdomen. And having it blown up with gas. To make room for people to poke around inside to cut your stomach up. I know what your thinking. "That sounds like fun".
Each day has seen gradual improvement in her pain and mobility. All well within norms. I thank all of you for your continued well wishes.
One of the folks on here as usual had a big impact on my positive outlook.
A few days ago. A small parcel arrived on my doorstep, from Kentucky. It hasn't been until this morning, that I opened it. It contained two straight razors. One new to me. And one that I had gifted Dave a few years ago. (when he was trying to decide if he wanted to keep straights in his den). So the Red Imp is back "home".
It also had a couple paddle strops and a razor roll/pouch. Along with a tub of very nice smelling soap. The Red Imp and Soap will be on deck for tonight's shave. The other razor has some nice I believe to be Imitation Tortoise scales. Though they may need some tlc/repair. That will be a learning process.
That brings all of you nosey people up to speed with the goings on here in Harford County Maryland. Hope all is well in your part of the big blue marble hurtling through the Milk Way.
One bit of notable humor I will share with you guys. Last week Admiral James Tiberious Kirk went into the "final frontier". I want you to bring up the video of him talking during his 10 minutes in space. Then in your head imagine the music that used to be in the background in cheesy '70's adult films. If you don't know what that sounds like. Then good for you. You have lead a way more pure life than I. For those that do. Tell me it's not funny. I double dog dare you.:cool:
Have a good Monday guys.
Fluffy
 
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