When Strength is Found in the Routine
When the word routine pops in your head, I am sure you are thinking of the definition which is a sequence of actions regularly followed; a fixed program.
A couple of weeks ago I woke up early to take my father to the hospital for what should have been a routine procedure to improve blood flow in his lower legs. The main reason I thought this would be so routine was that he had literally had the same surgery with spectacularly positive results a couple weeks prior. This first surgery started at 8 and by 9:30 I had a call that he would be released around noon.
When we entered the hospital and began to repeat the same process we had 14 days prior, I was worried but mainly was looking forward to the process being over, and having my father healthy again.
I stayed with him until the last moment when they wheeled him away and decided that I would pick up some donuts for the nurses (it happened to be Nurses Appreciation Week) to deliver when I returned to pick him up. I drove home wondering if I was making the right decision to leave, wondering if I was really treating this as routine, and not giving it the thought and seriousness I should. Should I stay? Should I go home? I wrestled with that decision and in the end decided to head home.