...meanwhile back at the ranch...
Episode 21 – November 20 – Woke up this morning at
6:30 after some rather vivid dreams and began my exercise routine.
Solly came by to check my glucose levels which
have been hovering just above and below the 6.0 level each morning. I am not
looking forward to doing this myself when I get home. I just have a thing about
self mutilation. Yes, I admit it, I’m a big baby. So there!
Esther’s my day nurse today so that adds a
positive start to the day and breakfast with corn flakes instead of gruel is
another positive note. However, all morning I have had this strange vibe that
something is wrong. I get this feeling every so often and about 70% of the time
something weird happens.
Maybe my Spidey senses are a little confused
because Esther let me know that I have a shower booked for tomorrow. More
positive news; now I’m getting scared.
Just before lunch, the physio decided that it was
time for me to sit up in my wheelchair. The move team consisted of a new
physio, Esther and Angela, the student from Langara who changed my dressing
yesterday. The problem with this was
that none of them had participated in my transfer before so I had to instruct
them in the whole procedure including how my legs had to be strapped down to
each legrest.
Angela was a bit disappointed when she found out
my dressing didn’t need to be changed again today because a few other student
nurses wanted to see my cool fracture blisters. Different strokes for different
folks.
So I got to enjoy my scrumptious lunch of a
spinach salad and a dry salmon sandwich sitting in a chair. for some reason they had omitted the soup. I
checked the menu card and it did list borscht. I am not a fan of beets on their
own but I enjoy a good borscht especially with a dollop of sour cream in the
middle.
While in the chair my latest roommate moved out.
The biggest problem with these quick turnarounds is that increases the comings
and goings and the general chaos in the room. First when they bring a post-op
patient there are several nurses running in and out off the ward and when they
are being discharged there are therapists, doctors and such and then the
housekeeping crew comes in to clean up the bed area in preparation for a new
patient. They moved another overnight post-op in within two hours today.
Tomorrow is going to be even worse because Charlie is being discharged so the
craziness will double.
The new guy said the most ridiculous thing when
discussing his precious dogs with Sam, the nurse. Sam said that she had to put
her dog down. His statement was “I know how you feel. Losing a dog feels worse
the losing a child.” Really, dude? And then he went on to say “the best way to
get over it is go out the following week and adopt a new puppy.” I wonder what
his advise would be for losing a child.
I spent two and three quarter hours in the chair
today which was a bit too long and I was extremely tired. By the time the nurses
were ready to use the lift; I was half asleep leaning to one side. Yes, I had
become that old guy you see in every hospital drooling on his gown
semi-conscious.
Dinner wasn’t half bad, beef macaroni with
carrots. The pasta for once wasn’t severely overcooked.
On a completely different note, over the past few
weeks, all the nurses passing through stop and admire my pedicure and the
colour of my toenails, a metallic dark red. Although it originally started as a
dare, I have continued to do have my nails painted for several years now.
Awhile back someone very dear to me tried to convince me to stop this silly
little habit for a number of reasons primarily to avoid people assuming things
about me. I had seriously considered making this change. I finally decided not
to stop at this time because I realized the true reason I keep doing it. It
makes me feel good. Yes, I’m weird but weird is good. I love this person dearly
for caring so much about me and I know she will understand and accept my
decision for the time being. (Note: one of the first orders of business when I
get paroled will be a fresh mani/pedi along with an overdue haircut.)
Kevin checked in as my night nurse and brought me
my little blue friend and after Rachel Maddow, I headed off to dreamland.
To be continued...
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