Salsa on the Sick Ward

I made the four hour Trek back to my home town this weekend to visit my Granny in the hospital. Several family members were there visiting as well. We were all sitting in my Granny’s room catching up on each other’s lives and reminiscing about times past. My granny joined in from time to time although nothing held her attend for long.

A nurse came in at some point to restart her IV. Unfortunately, my Granny has small, fragile, rolling veins and the first nurse was unable to start the IV. Another nurse came in and tried. She was unsuccessful as well. They then sent for the EMT’s to see if they could get it. As you can expect by this point my Granny was not enjoying the process.

My mother asked me to talk to her to try and distract her. For the life of me I could not think of anything engaging to say. Not one to give up easily I start searching my brain for something in my skill set I could use to distract her. I came up with dancing. The space was limited which eliminated several options. I decided on salsa which is upbeat and can be done in a limited space.

So I begin dancing, focusing on the music in my head and not the EMT’s and family members in the room. I looked over at Granny to see if the distraction was working and she was transfixed by my dancing. I was telling myself it was because I was rocking it out.

Whatever the reason my mission was accomplished. The EMT was able to start her IV and we were all able to get back to enjoying each other’s company. As I drove home I was thinking of my love of dancing and all the lovely memories that are associated with it. Now I have one more.