What a Day, What a Day!

"Remember, OSU hospitals are teaching hospitals." I forget who imparted those warning words to me after hearing I'd selected said institution for treatment, but I recalled them today with a chuckle. For the umpteenth time, I was asked if it was o.k. for an observer to be in the room while I, of course, was in a state of half undress. Since day one of this CBitch journey, my philosophy's been if it's going to help that observer be a better nurse, doctor, technician, whatever, then what the heck. Bodies, we all got 'em!

This also was one of those days that put life in perspective. One of those days that reminded me that what once would have seemed like a major catastrophe was not. One of those days where a reassuring text and intuitive phone call were the equivalent of a life jacket tossed to a drowning woman.

For me, it's these "little" things inserted amid life's upheavals that have had the truest effect on me being able to peel away pretense and be outfitted in peace. Without those "little" graces, life would be, well, not life.

Speaking of graces, one of the most precious was waiting patiently at home for me tonight, joyfully wagging her tail and carrying a prized toy in her mouth. With her patented squinty-eyed look, my girl leaned in against my chest and just loved on me. Wow.

Pics o' the Day

Two views of the dome -- slow, but steady growth!