Happy Anniversary!

[rareboy]

Yesterday, we visited our local Hospital and delivered a letter to Emergency and ICU staff who saved my life a year ago.

I had been intending to do it shortly after along with a gift and then it seemed like I should wait and do it at Christmas and then I thought...why not really surprise them and hopefully lift them all up with thanks in a time of the year when they might not expect it.

So I wrote a fun/sweet letter and asked the Foundation to share it with them to brighten their day, noting that the gift was a down payment on what I really owed them.

Hopefully if you have been supported or even saved by your local health providers, you have reached out to them to say thanks, but if not, it is never too late. Even a box of chocolates or a thank you note can give them all a real boost on a crappy day.

For a decade after my Dad was treated in hospital, we would send a flower arrangement to ICU...and then I realized snacks would be more appreciated and did that for the last decade.

 

[LeicsDom]

When I returned to the same ward to have my second hip done I took a box of sweets in. The nurse, who remembered me, demurred saying they hadn't done anything yet. My response was that this was for the last time I was in a year previously.

 

[NotHardUp1]

I'd like to take treats, but I'm not so sure these folks would accept food from a "stranger" at the hospital, and might be paranoid.

On the other hand, I'm sure my GP's staff would, and I did stop by my dentist on a trip at Christmas to take them a plate. They never even knew it was me, as the people at the front weren't the staff I knew. No brownie points.

I did leave a good Google review for the hospital near me where I had surgery last.

 

[LoveMyPeppermill]

In my mother's final year, she had several stays in the infirmary at her senior community and then a move into assisted living, and she was very difficult for a lot of it. (She always had a temper, but the concussion she got when she fell and conked her head affected her behavior regulation.)

I couldn't move down there to stay with her, but I did go back and forth a lot. I thanked the nurses and staff a lot (and tried, when I could, to turn Mama's outbursts into black humor), and I sometimes made or brought goodies with me. The favorite was when I went to a Syrian pastry shop near here and brought down several different kinds of baklava, since that wasn't easy to get down there.