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we get you back down into the normal range. I don’t want you to have a stroke.”
“ That makes two of us!” Mrs. Rosen says with a sad chuckle. “When my husband was alive, I never had to worry about how I was going to afford things. He took care of it all.”
I want to tell Mrs. Rosen that if she gets her meth addict daughter and her five grandchildren out of her home that she would probably have enough money to pay for her medicine.
Instead I ask, “Would you like me to send a social worker out to your home? They probably can get you some assistance, so that you’re not in this situation again next month.”
“ No. No social workers. God will provide. He always does. Like today, you’re my angel.”
I say in a very quiet voice, “Mrs. Rosen, if you have a stroke and become incapacitated, who is going to look after your grandchildren?”
She shakes her head and sighs. “My daughter is doing the best she can. I pray for her all the time. I know the Lord won’t take me home until He answers my prayers about her. He’s going to deliver her from that sickness.”
See! The logic of the situation is this – Mrs. Rosen’s daughter is going to get worse and worse, until those drugs kill her. But will Mrs. Rosen do the right thing and get her some help? No. She’s hoping and wishing and praying.
Why do people do that?
“ Have you found a fella yet, Dr. Sydney?” Mrs. Rosen asks. I know she’s trying to change the subject. She always does when I bring up her daughter.
“ No, I haven’t found anyone yet.”
“ Well, that’s because you ain’t supposed to be looking. He’s supposed to find you. That’s the way God wants it done.”
“ God must not have anyone in the cards for me right now, because I’m absolutely single.”
Mrs. Rosen’s eyes gleam. “You never know honey! He could be right up under your nose.”
I notice that Mrs. Rosen is not looking at me, but past me at something behind me. I spin on one heel and am face to face with Lucas. Well, face to chest is more accurate.
“Dr. Baker, can I have a word with you?”
I nod. “As soon as I finish up with my patient. Give me a moment.”
“ Oh go ahead honey!” Mrs. Rosen says. “You’ve already fussed at me enough. I know I have to take my blood pressure medicine.”
“ Okay, but I’ll be right back. I’m not leaving this hospital until you’re back to normal.”
I step outside of Mrs. Rosen’s room and close the door behind me. Lucas’s expression is somber and his eyes are missing their normal sparkle. I wonder if his mood has anything to do with me.
“What’s up, Lucas?”
“ I just wanted to…apologize again for this weekend. You were supposed to spend your birthday with your sisters and I ended up ruining your weekend.”
“ It’s no biggie. Camille had a great time by herself, and spending time with you reaffirmed some things for me.”
“ Really? Like what?” There he goes sounding hopeful again. You don’t get to do dirt and hope the victim forgets about it.
“ Nothing I’d like to share.”
“ No matter what, Sydney, you are the one that got away from me. I would’ve been crazy not to try again. The worst thing that could’ve happened is you telling me no.”
“ Actually, I could’ve said yes. Then I could’ve slept with your best friend and let you walk in on it. That would’ve been worse, right?”
Deep sigh from Lucas. What is that? Irritation? Am I irritating him?
Nurse Connie rushes over to us, with her hair flying and an urgent expression on her face.
“ Dr. Jeffries, Dr. Banks, we’ve got three ambulances coming in. Car accident. A mother and child, and an unidentified male. The child is stable. The mother was almost declared dead at the scene, but they found a pulse. She’s hanging on by a thread.”
“ Do they know the cause of the accident?” Lucas asks.
“ Head
“ That makes two of us!” Mrs. Rosen says with a sad chuckle. “When my husband was alive, I never had to worry about how I was going to afford things. He took care of it all.”
I want to tell Mrs. Rosen that if she gets her meth addict daughter and her five grandchildren out of her home that she would probably have enough money to pay for her medicine.
Instead I ask, “Would you like me to send a social worker out to your home? They probably can get you some assistance, so that you’re not in this situation again next month.”
“ No. No social workers. God will provide. He always does. Like today, you’re my angel.”
I say in a very quiet voice, “Mrs. Rosen, if you have a stroke and become incapacitated, who is going to look after your grandchildren?”
She shakes her head and sighs. “My daughter is doing the best she can. I pray for her all the time. I know the Lord won’t take me home until He answers my prayers about her. He’s going to deliver her from that sickness.”
See! The logic of the situation is this – Mrs. Rosen’s daughter is going to get worse and worse, until those drugs kill her. But will Mrs. Rosen do the right thing and get her some help? No. She’s hoping and wishing and praying.
Why do people do that?
“ Have you found a fella yet, Dr. Sydney?” Mrs. Rosen asks. I know she’s trying to change the subject. She always does when I bring up her daughter.
“ No, I haven’t found anyone yet.”
“ Well, that’s because you ain’t supposed to be looking. He’s supposed to find you. That’s the way God wants it done.”
“ God must not have anyone in the cards for me right now, because I’m absolutely single.”
Mrs. Rosen’s eyes gleam. “You never know honey! He could be right up under your nose.”
I notice that Mrs. Rosen is not looking at me, but past me at something behind me. I spin on one heel and am face to face with Lucas. Well, face to chest is more accurate.
“Dr. Baker, can I have a word with you?”
I nod. “As soon as I finish up with my patient. Give me a moment.”
“ Oh go ahead honey!” Mrs. Rosen says. “You’ve already fussed at me enough. I know I have to take my blood pressure medicine.”
“ Okay, but I’ll be right back. I’m not leaving this hospital until you’re back to normal.”
I step outside of Mrs. Rosen’s room and close the door behind me. Lucas’s expression is somber and his eyes are missing their normal sparkle. I wonder if his mood has anything to do with me.
“What’s up, Lucas?”
“ I just wanted to…apologize again for this weekend. You were supposed to spend your birthday with your sisters and I ended up ruining your weekend.”
“ It’s no biggie. Camille had a great time by herself, and spending time with you reaffirmed some things for me.”
“ Really? Like what?” There he goes sounding hopeful again. You don’t get to do dirt and hope the victim forgets about it.
“ Nothing I’d like to share.”
“ No matter what, Sydney, you are the one that got away from me. I would’ve been crazy not to try again. The worst thing that could’ve happened is you telling me no.”
“ Actually, I could’ve said yes. Then I could’ve slept with your best friend and let you walk in on it. That would’ve been worse, right?”
Deep sigh from Lucas. What is that? Irritation? Am I irritating him?
Nurse Connie rushes over to us, with her hair flying and an urgent expression on her face.
“ Dr. Jeffries, Dr. Banks, we’ve got three ambulances coming in. Car accident. A mother and child, and an unidentified male. The child is stable. The mother was almost declared dead at the scene, but they found a pulse. She’s hanging on by a thread.”
“ Do they know the cause of the accident?” Lucas asks.
“ Head
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