back in the land of $10 milk

I guess I'm exaggerating since milk is really "only" $8.99 + tax.

I got back from Anchorage on the morning jet; it's nice to be home but tough to leave my mom, who is awesome (and still in the air on her way home to Ketchikan).

I got no concrete answers for the reason I went to Anchorage but ruled out the Big Scary Possibilities, so I'm content to let it rest at that.

I came down with something the day before I left, and actually wound up going into YKHC to get rehydrated via IV and some anti-nausea stuff. It was not fun to have that compounding a very busy, somewhat potentially stressful trip.

One of the medical staff in Anchorage (a person who ran one of the machines) was exceptionally rude and insensitive to me. Made me cry just because of his approach and the way he queried my "symptoms" (which are so minor, anyway - just had to rule out some potentially bad causes, which they did). I will be contacting the hospital to complain about that.

I have thoughts rolling around about how impersonal hospitals are, and how the staff is able to go about day-to-day business. Of course they have to maintain clinical detatchment or they wouldn't be professional, or able to do their jobs. But there's a difference between clinical detatchment and lack of regard for a human being.

On a closing note: I had the pleasure experience of sitting next to a person on the plane who thought nothing of coughing repeatedly without making an effort to cover up. I saw this at the hospital as well. With all the hype about swine flu, and in a healthcare setting... and on an airplane... seriously? I don't want whatever you have! It was pretty disgusting.

I'm still not 100% (did *I* get the flu? maybe... I felt pretty bad) so blogging is on the back burner for now, but I wanted to share my happiness that the Big Bad Possibilities did not turn out to be reality. That's a good thing.