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...I had refused. Yep! I was NOT going to have a dog at our home, that's all there was to it.
It was about 19 years ago, and our two sons had been hounding me (no pun intended) to get a puppy. No thanks...I had grown up with a menagerie and had had my fill.
Oh yes, they were going to do EVERYTHING and I wouldn't have to worry about a thing...they were willing to make sure the beast was fed, bathed, potty-trained, walked, and generally cared for. You know the drill. Nope-not interested.
Well, I came home one day from a particularly challenging day at work and there was a cardboard box sitting on the kitchen floor. In it was little german-shepard-mix puppy with a red bow and a note on it that said "all I need is a loving home". Oh, I see, trying to guilt me into this. I was not going to budge and announced to the family that this dog must go and that's that!
Unbeknownst to me until the next day was that my husband and sister were in on the plot! They crafted the whole thing; my sister went with my husband to the scene of the crime (a dairy that my husband was servicing at the time) where a mama Shepard had recently given birth. The first little guy they picked from the litter ended up rolling around in some cow dung and so that sealed his fate of deselection.
I was dang mad! And I had a little tantrum and literally went to my room and pouted! OMG! My husband came in the room and lovingly but firmly told me I wasn't the only person that should be making final decisions for the family and we needed to make the decision together. Oh boy, that just made me dig in my heels even more.
It was too late that day to do anything about it, so the pup stayed overnight. When I awoke the next morning, I had softened my resolve just a tad and told the boys..."okay, but the dog is NOT allowed in the house"...a few days later (as it was getting cold outside), I said "okay, she can come in the kitchen on the linoleum, but is NOT allowed on the carpet". Well that didn't last very long until I said, "okay, she can be in the family room but NO other place in the house". That further morphed to "okay she can be in your bedrooms at night." And guess what? Before long, she had full rein of the entire house and I was even willing to have her sleep on our bed...that's where my husband drew the line.
That dog became a part of the family, I loved her dearly and couldn't have imagined 17 years without her. Towards the end, she was frail and weak and died peacefully one summer afternoon.
So what does this have to do with anything in healthcare?...well, I know it's a stretch, but this whole Electronic Health Record thing to some is a "no way, no how, not gonna dot it" situation...hey, take it from me who resisted, it's gonna be great, you're gonna love it, and you will wonder how we ever got by without it.