Ethan is a goat. Ethan is a hand puppet. Ethan’s person works for Sesame Street, so he knows a lot of puppets. Ethan joins his person for weddings and head shots and all sorts of adventures. Ethan’s cousin Kyle the Walrus visited the hospital a few months ago for a tusk makeover, and Ethan wanted a fun trip to CA too. There wasn’t really anything wrong with Ethan. He just wasn’t as white and fluffy as he once was.
Ethan’s person’s husband suggested a washing machine ride, but she had the perfect answer:
“I keep saying, would you like to place our future children in the washing machine as well?”
See, she must have read all the way back to my earliest posts: Never put a stuffed animal in the washing machine, PLEASE!!! :-)
In any case, Ethan made the flight cross country to the hospital. Here he is on arrival:
As you can see, he was feeling a bit flat. He did enjoy his bubble bath:
And when he got restuffed, he got a nice white heart with a bit of his original stuffing:
And then he was restuffed and fluffed:
And ready to fly home! His person was very happy. First she wrote:
“I just wanted to thank you for the beautiful work you did on Ethan. He is so fluffy and wonderfully chubby again and feels soft and looks whiter… I am so thankful. Do you have an Angie’s List or Yelp, or do you mind if I publish about your services on my Facebook?”
I’m not on Angie’s List or Yelp, but she offered to write something more to share here and on the hospital’s site. Here is her second set of kind words:
“Ethan is my awesome goat puppet who has meant the world to me since I got him in 2000. Beth with Realms of Gold understood this and took care of him as amazingly as anyone could ever hope for. From constant email updates on his progress, along with pictures, and to when he finally came back home looking like a brand new goat, Beth treated my prized possession with the utmost care and respect. Stuffed animals can have so many memories attached to them, and to have found someone who treated Ethan so well, I am beyond grateful. I will definitely be sending more patients her way!”
ok, now i’m blushing a bit… and smiling a lot! :-)
I feel like I have to learn new patience all the time.
A new friend I met through a Facebook support page, got her magic words on Friday. Her cancer is gone.
While I am over the moon for her, I’m annoyed that I am still waiting.
I started all of this long before her, and here I am still waiting long after her.
It’s weird that living in the same country, that hospitals seem to work to such different protocol.
I have been told I will need a biopsy and examination before they can officially confirm anything, where as she has been told that a biopsy is not necessary.
How can that be? We have had the same treatment. I intend to ask when I go to my appointment next week.
She did have an examination of some sort though, and they advised that she probably won’t be able to accommodate the larger of the dilators anymore! The tissue has began to heal in such a way that any future partners of hers, will likely need to have a pencil dick! 🙈
We have had such a laugh about it since, but in all seriousness, I dont know how easy that is going to be for her.
It makes me feel quite glad that I have persevered with mine, despite the new obstacles I face.
It’s not an easy task when I head off to the bathroom to have a little privacy, and my puppy is ramming her nose under the door trying to sniff out my location.
Issy please! I’ll be out soon.
She cries and waits at the door for me 😫 No pressure then! Damn dog.
I think it’s great when people bring up the history of AIDS in the U.S. and how the AIDS epidemic was strategically weaponized against marginalized communities via withheld healthcare and the deliberate obstruction of disease control.
But it’s also great to remember that the AIDS epidemic is a continuing global crisis right now, that HIV infection rates are rising even in some U.S. communities, and that the international community has allowed AIDS to spread out of control in a number of developing countries, and hospitals struggle to provide expectant parents the drugs that can prevent them from transmitting HIV to their children. That public and police opposition to life-saving needle-exchange programs persists. That trans women can be arrested in New York for carrying condoms, if the NYPD interpret them as evidence that one is engaging in sex work. That the drugs that prevent HIV-positive people from developing potentially fatal conditions are still entangled in patent law and subject to price-gouging.
so no smut today. I kinda got board of the A/B/O thing and writing all fo the smut. Have an Avengers AU instead.
wakes in a room that is too quiet. Oh sure, the radio is on, but if whoever put
him there expects him to believe he’s in any kind of city (New York always made
noise, Paris and London had been similar if not exactly the same), or any kind
of country hospital (where he knew for a fact there were always one or two
goddammed birds whistling at every time of day) they are dead wrong. His body feels
a little stiff as he lifts himself from the bed to cross to the window.
When you survey the health systems of other rich countries, you’ll find some that rely a bit more on private insurance markets than ours (like Switzerland) and others that rely a bit more on centralized bureaucracies (like Britain), but what you won’t find is a country where hospitals dare to charge such obscenely high prices. Avik Roy, a senior fellow at the Manhattan Institute and a conservative health reform guru, has observed that although the average hospital stay in the world’s rich countries is $6,222, it costs $18,142 in the U.S. Guess what? Spending three times as much doesn’t appear to yield three times the benefit.
My colleague and i decided that instead of going to clinic hours today at our hospital we volunteered to evaluate patients in a one of our country’s most expensive hospitals. Only I will be arriving with my nose ring and she will be arriving with her hijab. We want to see how many patients will reject our service and how other doctors, nurses and staff react when they have to work with people who don’t fit their expectations
Let’s see if we will be judged by our work or by small unimportant details