A couple weeks ago I accompanied my little sis for her outpatient surgery at the new hospital in our area. It was so cool. Not the sister in surgery part but the "new" of the hospital. Before I start I will tell you that I am a sucker for 100 year old brick houses, kinda hard not to be around here. But... The smell of new construction is also something that makes me smile no matter the building. For this reason I stalk display homes. Mmmm... cut wood, fresh paint, new carpet. This hospital still had its new smell. Hell, they sell the new car fragrance so why not the new house? My poor sissy was nervous, rightfully so, but all I could think of was how awesome it was that this place was built less than a year ago.
Everything in this place is state of the art, too. It's the 21st century, you didn't think a brand new medical facility would be built with all the same old crap did you? I could go on and on about all the cool stuff this place was hiding behind its pristine cabinets and fresh beige walls but I was seriously drawn to one thing in particular.
If you have spent any time in the hospital, for any reason, you will know two things:
1. It is uncomfortably cold. Um, to the point that even though it is obvious you are a woman you will spout off things along the lines of "I'm freezin' my frickin' balls off in here!".
2. As soon as you complain about the temperature some lovely person in scrubs-type gear gallops to your rescue with an armful of heated blankets fresh from what looks like a giant roaster.
This, my friends, is euphoria. The kind of thing that makes me all gooey in my bones. An act that only angels perform. I loved this pampering so much (and was so happy I was still among the living) after my appendectomy that I begged my dear husband to install one of those heater jobbies in our bedroom. I tried to convince him he would never shiver again. I would warm blankets, towels, socks, mittens, any item that would be twice as nice already toasty. Could have been the drugs. He looked at me and stated the facts: he is never cold and I should rest.
In this new hospital they have one upped the warm blanket to a device so simple it makes me think "why the F didn't I think of that?!?!?". Their gowns have ports in them that hook to a heater/air conditioner. I was stunned. so stunned I took pictures like a hillbilly.
Yep that's it. 
That's where it goes. 
Another option.
These gowns were so cool. I would actually like to be wearing one with the cooling mode set to frozen all summer, which is the only way I could imagine the cold air setting getting used, really... who comes out of anesthesia hot?! The room is 45°! In July!
My sister's favorite part? 
Free grippy socks! She liked them so much she asked for another pair! LOL
On a side note the staff at this uber cool high techy hospital were awesome! My sis has her tragus (trigus) peirced and it is one tuff cookie to get in and out. THey said it had to go for surgery but were super nivce enough to take it out for her, put in a little plastic tube to hold its place, and then put it back in. You would have thought they were actually having fun. To me it looked like acupuncture gone bad. Here look:
Eeewww!!! 
Apparently it is alot tougher to get the ball back in the hoop than out.
I swear she is not dead, I will express your concern and tell her to get a little sun.
These warmers are probably not new for anyone but me, it truly is the little things for this chic. Thanks for reading anyway.
P.S. Please, Sissy, don't kill me for posting this pic of you. Or the one with your leg in the air. Or the one with the double chin. Rest assured I don't have many readers. XOXO
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