February 12, 2012
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Bratfink Here
I’m borrowing Bratsis’ blog to leave a short note.
First off, thank you all for all your prayers on my behalf. I kid you not when I say that they probably saved my life.
One thing you must understand is that this was the first time I was in the hospital for any length of time relating to an actual illness. And the one thing I learned and brought home with me is that you cannot get any decent sleep in a hospital, no matter how much you need it. I was so sleep deprived I was hallucinating, and it really sucked. If I wasn’t so tired I might have enjoyed the bugs and the rats and the mice that were cavorting around my room. At least I was lucid enough to know that what I was seeing was not real.
If the nurses are not waking you up for damn reason or another the idiotic machines that are pumping antibiotics and air into you malfunction and start beeping, which is a cue to the nurses to ignore the noise[s] until they get louder. Apparently night time is also the time when they move all the furniture around in a hospital. It’s the only thing that can account for the noises I heard.
Oh, I DO feel for the nurses. When things get ‘slow’ they send them outside to scrub the sidewalks on their hands and knees. This is why they have ice cold hands.
The only way to survive a stay in the hospital is to maintain a sense of humor. This means to scream every time a nurse gives you a shot or causes any amount of pain. They never get tired of the screaming thing. They think it’s hysterical.
And maybe it was just being on the diabetic ‘diet’, but I enjoyed the food I finally got to eat in the hospital. I even had some fish, which is something I don’t normally eat. It was Tilapia–or so I was told.
The bad part is I’ve come home deaf. The ICU doctor told me it was oxygen filling my head holes, but I’m not so sure anymore. I just know that I can’t hear a fucking thing unless someone is yelling at me.
And we have oxygen machines in the house now. I’m tethered to a 50 foot cannoli and so far Smiggy has not chewed on it although I’ve seen him eying it. He’s a chewer, he is.
I have more to say but I just can’t do it right now. I must go lie down for a bit.
I will write more later, with Bratsis’ OK.
Thanks again for your prayers.
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Comments (2)
Okay, you are home. Nurses do NOT clean the sidewalks on their hands and knees…our hands are cold because we keep the bedpans in the freezer. Scream all you want, we are sure to get a Pure High C out of someone. Every 2 hours out of a 12 hour shift…that’s only 6 visits to make sure you are still with us…only backfires if you decide to leave as soon as we walk out of the room. We don’t actually rearrange the furniture at night, it’s really a giant game of Twister that we play to break up the boredom of our rounds, sometimes we bowl with frozen turkeys. The machines…the deafness you have from just a short visit…think about it, we have been there forever, our deafness is PROFOUND!
Okay, now that Bratsis has burst her staples and you can’t breathe from laughing, I’ll go on my merry tour of devastation and torture. Love you!
PPS: I need more crocheted caps for a cancer victim, I’ll be happy to buy them.
While the oxygen may have affected your hearing, it obviously has not affected your sense of humor. Glad to see that. Rest and get better. Love you, Sis.