Friday we had a health care adventure through the outpatient radiology department, and we’re nearly over it. The greatest difficulty for Mimi wasn’t the days of fretful anticipation, the multiple nervous transfers from home to van, van to hospital, or wheelchair to stretcher. Although the procedure itself had moments of pain, it wasn’t the worst part. For Mimi, the greatest suffering of all was the temperature of the place..
When we rolled into the hospital, you would have thought it was a meat locker. We sat outside of our appointed place, patiently waiting, while Mimi asked, over and over, “Why does it have to be so cold?”
Germs have a harder time surviving in cold vs hot environments, but I know the real reason. The thermostat is controlled by menopausal butter ducks like me. They stay hot, and will fight a buzz saw to keep the temperature down.
About twenty minutes into our chilly wait, I remembered an ingenious invention: the blanket warmer. The nice receptionist for the day surgery department answered my request, and in no time I had Mimi swathed in toasty comfort.
In the space of four hours, she burned through eight or ten of them. Each new application brought sighs of welcome relief.
I wonder if they make a blanket warmer for home use? If so, I have hit on the best Christmas gift ever!