Theresa is being fed by IV while I’m enjoying the hospitality of the staff here.
Texans seem to be a slightly different breed of American. Manners, unlike some northern locations, are still used here. People still open doors for ladies, say please and thank you, no sir, yes mam, and jump to help you out of difficulty. It’s very, very nice.
At the campground, when people learned Theresa was feeling bad, Carmen and Jennifer, delivered yogurt, crackers, and comfort food. Larry, the park owner, insisted that I call him at any hour of day or night if there was anything he could do to help. He even loaned me his Town Car to take Theresa to the hospital when we decided that was appropriate.
They have a small cafeteria here, but it was closed today. I went there looking for lunch and was disappointed to find it was covered dish day for employees only. I must have looked hungry or sad or both because one of the very nice ladies stopped me and said, “Come get something to eat. It won’t cost you nuthin’”. I dined on fried chicken, taco salad, a variety of casserole dishes and soda. One of the nice ladies fixed me a couple of pieces of cake. I was stuffed! We feel like we are surrounded by family.
The medical attention seems to be first rate too. Dr. Scamardo, Theresa’s attending physician, reminds me of Bones in Star Trek. He is empathic, a great listener, and thorough. He explains things clearly and has great bedside manner. The same can be said of the nursing staff. We like everyone we’ve met here. It’s almost like being in Naples where Dr. Scafuri and his wife Fara nurture us.
It’s 8:20PM and Dr. Scamardo just visited. It looks like Theresa may have a few more days until everything gets back to “normal”.
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