...shall we get on with it...
Episode 19 – November 18 - I was up at around 6:30 after a bit of a
fitful sleep due to a combined effort of my own restlessness and the screaming
of another delusional patient down the hall. I began my first set of isometric
and resistance exercises along with deep breathing exercises. The last thing I
need is to get sick in the damn place.
Just make sure everyone was awake, the alarm
sounded and it was another Code Red in Evergreen House. Don’t those people know
how to make effing toast?
Maria is my day so I’m not expecting a lot. Her
English is suspect but so far, she’s been able to deal with all my outrageous
demands.
I did receive a visit from the breakfast fairy
last so I avoided both the cream of wheat and the banana. The alternate choice
for fruit was apple. I assumed the apple would be the regular chopped up pieces
in some juice but it was a whole apple. I don’t normally eat whole apples
because I have a nasty overbite and a huge gap between my two front teeth. When
I do bite into one I actually more so scoop with my bottom teeth.
Dr. Chow dropped by again but I’m not sure why.
She had not bothered to check for my lab results. She did waste my time talking
about my body mass index. Yes, I know I have to lose weight. No, I don’t need
you to send up the dietician. I know what I’m doing wrong and I know I have to
correct it.
One of the things I try not to do is wallow in
self-pity. My situation is temporary and in a few months I will be doing fine. I
have through a number of much more devastating, traumatic and permanent events
in my life. I know too many friends that are at present going through much more
difficult times dealing with chronic illnesses or ailing parents. My heart goes
out to all of you.
The good news today is that the nurse found a real
pair of pajamas instead of a gown for Charlie in the opposite corner. That
image of him heading into the washroom will no longer be burned into my
visitors’ minds. (Sorry about that, Louise!)
Jim in the bed across from me got paroled
Around noon, one of my favourite Facebook friends,
Leslie came in to visit with a couple of cappuccinos. We shared quite a few
laughs while we solved all the world’s problems as I nibbled on my lunch consisting
of a tuna sandwich and mushroom soup. (Don’t worry, Lee...it was good but it
couldn’t hold a candle to your concoction.)
The most hilarious thing about Leslie’s visit
actually came after she left. She had just texted her boyfriend with “Had a
n*** visit” and for some reason Virgin Mobile’s version of autocorrect had
changed it to “Had a n*** booty call”. Boy, I had better not have been sleeping
and missed it. I suspect Sir Richard Branson and his wicked sense of humour had
struck again. :-)
While Leslie was still there, my new cell mate
arrived. We couldn’t tell exactly what surgery he had but using our joint
deductive skills and observing that his right leg was propped up on pillows and
bandaged up we hazarded a guess that the operation may have involved his right
leg. (Turns out he's actually a pre-op patient booked for surgery in the morning.)
I managed to pull in a raw camera feed of the Lions’
game off the TSN website and accompanied by a second site giving a play by play
description I sat back and followed the contest. Alas, the boys tried but fell
just short. Oh well, there’s still my Fighting Irish and 49ers.
While watching the game, a nurse’s aide brought in
my afternoon fruit snack; another effing banana! I couldn’t even be civil; I
just about bit her head off.
The best word to described dinner is beige. Edible
but forgettable. A principle rule in culinary presentation is never serve
cauliflower and mashed potatoes with chicken. The menu card contained the
description “Zesty Garlic Chicken Gravy”. Apparently zesty is a synonym for
“m-eh”.
Oh, and for those that missed my FB posting, I
really do know a former Twinkie Straightener. Just watch this news clip.
After an abnormally long time due to my low energy
levels, I was finally able to finish JK Rowling’s “The Casual Vacancy”. I
enjoyed it immensely. This is definitely not for children.
Felly brought me my evening cocktail consisting of
an anti-inflammatory and a sleeping pill. After watching a couple of cheesy
sitcoms, I let that little blue pill carry me home.
To be continued...
Dennis... yes, sleep wins while you are recovering. So glad you have friends close by to break up the time between naps! The little blue pills are wonderful, aren't they? Keep healing...
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