Teppy, is there another bed in your dad's room, or a chair that reclines, or is at least comfy? Maybe you could take a 20 minute catnap? I'm sorry this is so hard, and that you only had tuna glue to eat.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Ooh, one of the best dining options in my neighbourhood is a sensational Indian place. I had people round Saturday, in the course of events we ordered in (they deliver), and the quality received admiring comment.
I may never be able to move from this neighbourhood.
I can now get sushi delivered. I haven't tried it yet, but it's lovely to know that I can. Unfortunately, not only is Indian food not available for delivery here, it's not even available for purchase. And I'm just not that good of a cook.
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We have otlob dot com, which is the reason my flatmate and I haven't cooked since February.
I once saw pizza get delivered to an ER. No shit. It went to the nurses' station, true, but they at least had the grace to hide it quickly when I and a couple of other family types came out and glared very damned hard at them. I've seen pizza delivered to the orthopedic recuperation floor, too.
I have done the "the doctor will be right with you" wait in hell. It gets to be 4 AM, you're scared and sleep deprived and your loved one whimpers occasionally, and you're thinking, "How did everything change so fast? This wasn't how I was expecting to spend this span of time."
I can still make ER staff nervous. I lurk in corners and watch everything and ask occasional pointed questions. I like this skill.
Nothing sucks more than being ready to leave the hospital but lacking official permission to do so.
I nominate: being stung by a scorpion when you already have malarial fever.
Fay, in recent pictures your hair seems to be a darker blonde than previous. Is that so, or a trick of lighting?
Now Playing: "Have A Heart Betty, I'm Not Fireproof #1" by The Softboys. Good backup vocals.
BF's sister is a nurse in an ER and I think they order pizza when it's really busy and they can't take a long enough break to actually go to the cafeteria or to nuke something and eat it sitting down. Still, I'm sure it's damn hard to be a family member and smell the delicious food when you have none. I say they should have the pizza delivery number posted in the waiting room.
Other option -- is there a fast food place (preferably with drive-thru) near the hospital? We did that routine quite a bit when Hubs' mother had her hospital stays.
And if they decide to let your father go home tonight, it'll take 20 minutes to do the paperwork, find the wheelchair, etc., anyway.
I'm beginning to be more andmore impressed with our hospital. It has a 24-hour cafe.