I would like to call this the home stretch. Though I'm not sure if I'm abusing the metaphor. I don't know if anything other than pain relief or (perhaps and) hitting someone can make me feel better.
It's been a lame-assed comedy of errors, and the steak and mashed potatoes sounded good on the phone, but I've never ever had mashed potatoes this bad. I'm not sure how they managed to ruin them.
The fruit platter is sour, but I can handle that. I didn't order soup, so I'm not sure what's up with the bowl.
If the bread pudding disappoints, I might actually cry. I wish that were hyperbole. I'm just tired and nothing feels right.
I did get a chance to talk to B, which was nice. Summarising the last 20 odd hours took some of the irritation away.
But none of the pain.
Meanwhile, nursing shift change #2, after I'd bonded so well with this last one. I have to reestablish myself and I hate that. Everyone asks the same questions and tells me to breathe deeply at the same points, and now they're taking my blood repeatedly too. But no one will tell me what the discharge criteria are. Perhaps because it's blatantly obvious I'll lie to get out.
Honestly, I miss the shrink.
Um, ita, please to say which hospital you are at so I can get PJs to you.
Yay, paperdol! I just listened to your interview--you finally got one with a techno guy who knew to ask interesting questions. You sounded wonderful!!
Kat, I'm at CC Doctor's Hospital, but honestly, don't worry. I'm just looking forward to them finally giving me enough pain medication (last nurse in said "So you're not in any pain?" Sure, lady. I'm here for the five star accomodations, that's what) that I can sleep, because I'm wired and have had maybe four hours of sleep since Monday afternoon.
Go, Kat. Take care of our girl!
Hee. Thanks, Kathy. Tim was texting me encouragement during the thing.
I was thinking of him during the wealth/prestige conversation earlier.
ita, take the free jammies!
Charge nurse came in to tell me they're still working on the starter IV stuff, and he could look into an oral painkiller in the meanwhile, if I wanted.
My communication skills are evidently less well-developed than I'd thought. I mean, pain relief? Why would I want that?
Dear heavens. I want to call them and yell at them for you for a while. I realize they're busy, but c'mon. Someone's been in the hospital for almost 24 hours due to pain and maybe they'd want a painkiller??
I want to call them and yell at them for you for a while.
Seriously.
Also, Paperdol, ita, and Kat, G. says hi.
The crack team is on it now. He was just here to put in an IV because I'd pulled the other one out.
I couldn't help make a face as I explained I'd done nothing of the sort. I'm here for pain medication. Why would I pull out an IV? It then became "the IV that had been accidentally pulled out."
Hmmph.
And then he promptly failed twice at hitting a vein and has gone to find another nurse.
My blood is still all over the floor, and I'm being a semantic pedant. This is what pain drives me to.
Lee, tell G I say hi right back at him.
