The power of the small stuff

“Mummy, when you were in hospital why did you have big bruises around your arms?”Being asked this by my 12 year old son seven months after I had major heart surgery made me reflect.I can describe the big stuff in moments. A significant procedure where everything was as major as expected, but all good. I am immensely grateful for the care I received that made it successful: for the surgical team’s skill, for the quick rescheduling after cancellation, and for the wonderful compassionate anaesthetist who oozed kindness, calmness, and huge competence in probably the scariest moment of my life.But the painful stuff wasn’t the big stuff—the sternotomy, the drains, or the central lines—it was the small stuff.The stuff that hurtThe bruising mentioned by my son came from having my blood pressure taken, when the automated machine pumped far too high. Manual taking wasn’t an option, apparently, and no one tried…
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