Recently, I was told a story about a hospital
reality that made me a bit angry. Hospitals are usually full to capacity at
Christmas time. Considering there is very little elective surgery going on
during the last two weeks of December this seems contradictory. It turns out
that a lot of people that are caregivers find a doctor that will come up with an
excuse to hospitalize grandma for a couple of weeks so they can go away on a
holiday.
My day nurse today was Denise which is always a
good thing.
Having spent so long here and seeing so many
patients come and go, I can safely say that slipping, tripping and falling are
not great ideas, nothing good ever comes of these. My survey isn’t totally
scientific but merely anecdotal but I am pretty confident my conclusions would
hold up well in a double blind study.
The Crown Prince made his weekly appearance and
brought up my mail. Obviously there are a lot of people out there that I’m
going to have to send notes to when I make bail and get out of here. His two
big missions today were to replenish my mandarin orange supply and to pick up
my computer power cord and transformer and find a replacement. He had
previously passed along some wise information he had learned in his electronics
courses. If it’s warm it’s no problem; if it’s hot but not singeing any flesh
it’s probably still fine; however it there is smoke, sparks or flames it’s not
so good. Mine was getting very hot and at the junction it would spark and
crackle if I moved wrong and at one point last week there was a little puff of
smoke. This was not a good thing. Hospitals frown on you setting your bed on
fire. They have special ward for patients who make a habit of that.
He told me about a birthday dinner he went to last
night at a restaurant “Dark Table” that served the meal in complete darkness. I
had heard of a couple of places in other cities using this concept/gimmick. He
enjoyed it immensely. It does sound intriguing so if a group of you are out
there feeling guilty about poor old Dennis lying in his hospital
bed for two months and want to do something n*** for him when he gets out...
But you can’t invite Croft apparently his probation order forbids him from
being in dark places amongst mixed company or any living thing for that matter.
;-)
This afternoon was a day for royal visits. I heard
a very distinctive voice at the nursing station say “Oh never mind there he
is!” and I saw a pair of the most outstanding blue eyes you could imagine. It
was one of my old drinking buddies, Sharon. We were known to have closed a few bars like
the Rose & Thorn and Pharaoh’s. We had worked together many years ago at
the PNE. I mention royalty because in her youth Sharon uncannily resembled a
certain member of the royal family. I won’t go too much farther on that because
it used to drive her crazy when we were in our youth and people would approach
her and comment about it. She spent a good deal of her career in law
enforcement listening to it as well. I always thought she was much better
looking and her good looks have gotten even better over the years. Okay, I admit
it; I’m a sucker for blonde hair and blue eyes which is no surprise to most of
you. We had a great chat about my walking yesterday and her past career and how
she’s working much harder now that she’s retired. She was also kind enough to
bring a few goodies including some biscotti hand made by her husband. It’s
about time that little guy made some good use of his time. Thank you very much,
Eric! And thank you, Sharon for making that long trip to brighten up an old
friend’s day!
Unfortunately, Bryan and Sharon missed each other
twice by minutes because Bryan returned from the computer store right after
Sharon left. Of course, if Sharon hadn’t been too stubborn to ask for
directions and ended up looking for me on the maternity floor and the morgue,
they probably would have met the first time. That stubbornness must come from
being both Scottish and a retired cop. ;-)
Speaking of Scots, they aren’t the only Celts that
are stubborn and thrifty; the Irish can be a little of both. I have been trying for the last week to
squeeze every last glob out of my toothpaste tube and finally had to give in
when I had the thing rolled thinner than a pencil.
Unfortunately, I was at the wrong end of the
priority list for the physio so I didn’t get to walk today. I have to assume
they are trying to get everyone they can ready to be discharged by Christmas
Eve.
Tonight I tuned into Shaw on Demand and went
British with my viewing and watched the season finales of “Hunted” a
suspense/conspiracy drama and “Hit & Miss” a very edgy drama that would be
very difficult to categorize in any genre because of its many tiered story
lines and back stories. The Brits do so much better at television drama.
Along with my orange, I tried one of Eric’s
biscotti. It was tasty with a bit of a surprise. I’m guessing it contained chili
peppers and chocolate. There is a synonym for the young lady’s name that
provided these treats and I have no plans of doing such. They are mine!!!!
To be continued...
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