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Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:19 amthe kind of unfortunate things about being sick in the hospital (other than the usual):
The little "DOO DOO DOO" noise the morphine drip plays when you have successfully coaxed the machine to give you pain meds is far less Legend of Zelda and more Five Dolla Foot Long. Camptown Races if the machine needs batteries.
Nurses who are not unwilling to haul you awake at two am to make sure your airway is clear and that you've really truly earned having your catheter out. oKay, you've earned your pull ups... NOW WEAR THEM. They mean well, but JEEZ. Considering I wake up completely disoriented every single time here, when people are waking you up, turning you over making you hack up what feels like your insides and doing torturous things like, you know, walk all before you realize you're in the hospital and not at home and no, this isn't the result of refusing one of Don Corleone's offers that you cannor refuse... it's a bit unsettling.
Annoyed that they have better cable downstairs than in ICU. ICU gets like 12 channels, regular patient rooms at least get the full basic cable run, That said, I was able to catch the season finale of AGT. I think Nothin but strings and Queen Emily got ROBBED personally, they would have been my top two. that said, I am glad Neal Boyd won, and all four will make a killing somewhere and hopefully they'll stick Donald Brazwell on a broadway tour run of some unknown broadway tour and no one will have to hear him again.
I seem to have gotten sick concurrently to a local bigwig horse show - not a hotel with an open vacancy in the entire damn pioneer valley. this is making getting my sister out for the weekend a mite difficult. In terms of people who don't mind being putting up in different corners of my house, those are a little easier - got a blue coming on Saturday, and one bit of the zakrzewski contingent leaving today and the other arriving today. yikes. Have I mentioned lately that my in-laws rule?
Gods. Still want blue steak of some caliber. Meantime, the moment my nose tube comes out, it's going to be all the beef/chicken broth this place can get a while. I haven't eaten anything solid since breakfast exactly a week ago; any food commercials, even the nasty stuff, looks amazing. Curse you pizza hut and Pepsi and you know that not only can eat but actually seem to be in possession of a Sonic, which is to say NOWHERE NEAR where they play the commercials. *shakes fist*
Overall... on the mend. Lots of coughing, pain meds, and the ignominy of having to relearn basic human functioning but overall, it ain't bad. I think I can more than tentatively say I'll make it out of this one too. Kitty might have nine lives after all.. :)
Peace and love and THANK YOU for all of you reading this. Kiss y'all for me.
The little "DOO DOO DOO" noise the morphine drip plays when you have successfully coaxed the machine to give you pain meds is far less Legend of Zelda and more Five Dolla Foot Long. Camptown Races if the machine needs batteries.
Nurses who are not unwilling to haul you awake at two am to make sure your airway is clear and that you've really truly earned having your catheter out. oKay, you've earned your pull ups... NOW WEAR THEM. They mean well, but JEEZ. Considering I wake up completely disoriented every single time here, when people are waking you up, turning you over making you hack up what feels like your insides and doing torturous things like, you know, walk all before you realize you're in the hospital and not at home and no, this isn't the result of refusing one of Don Corleone's offers that you cannor refuse... it's a bit unsettling.
Annoyed that they have better cable downstairs than in ICU. ICU gets like 12 channels, regular patient rooms at least get the full basic cable run, That said, I was able to catch the season finale of AGT. I think Nothin but strings and Queen Emily got ROBBED personally, they would have been my top two. that said, I am glad Neal Boyd won, and all four will make a killing somewhere and hopefully they'll stick Donald Brazwell on a broadway tour run of some unknown broadway tour and no one will have to hear him again.
I seem to have gotten sick concurrently to a local bigwig horse show - not a hotel with an open vacancy in the entire damn pioneer valley. this is making getting my sister out for the weekend a mite difficult. In terms of people who don't mind being putting up in different corners of my house, those are a little easier - got a blue coming on Saturday, and one bit of the zakrzewski contingent leaving today and the other arriving today. yikes. Have I mentioned lately that my in-laws rule?
Gods. Still want blue steak of some caliber. Meantime, the moment my nose tube comes out, it's going to be all the beef/chicken broth this place can get a while. I haven't eaten anything solid since breakfast exactly a week ago; any food commercials, even the nasty stuff, looks amazing. Curse you pizza hut and Pepsi and you know that not only can eat but actually seem to be in possession of a Sonic, which is to say NOWHERE NEAR where they play the commercials. *shakes fist*
Overall... on the mend. Lots of coughing, pain meds, and the ignominy of having to relearn basic human functioning but overall, it ain't bad. I think I can more than tentatively say I'll make it out of this one too. Kitty might have nine lives after all.. :)
Peace and love and THANK YOU for all of you reading this. Kiss y'all for me.
