Hospital song.
Man, being stuck in the hospital really sucks.
You're poked and prodded and pricked and stabbed like a human pincushion for countless tests and labs which they don't even make it a point to tell you the point of, let alone the outcomes.
Then of course there's the hospital clothes. Basically the exact things you wear in prison except these jumpsuits are a soothing shade of baby blue as opposed to your typical jail fellow blazing orange. They probably should have put me in orange since I'm contemplating my escape from here to be carried through in only minutes.
Surprisingly enough though, the hospital food has been pleasantly food-like, which is always welcome.
I'm pretty sure someone in a room next to mine died last night. A slow, orchestrated version of 'Rockabye baby' played over the hospital speakers. I can't imagine what else that would have signified but someone dying. It was eerie.
The worst part about hospitals though is the waiting. It's like they have their very own space-time continuum where somehow everything slows to at least half the time of the outside world. In hospitals it takes around an hour for a message to be relayed, two or so hours for a medicine to be ordered, around four hours to write a prescription, and a seeming five to six hours, maybe more, to write on a piece of paper "discharge patient."
"Discharge patient"...The two most magical words in the English language right now.
I've got a Mraz concert to be to in 3 hours for the love of Mr.A-Z!
You're poked and prodded and pricked and stabbed like a human pincushion for countless tests and labs which they don't even make it a point to tell you the point of, let alone the outcomes.
Then of course there's the hospital clothes. Basically the exact things you wear in prison except these jumpsuits are a soothing shade of baby blue as opposed to your typical jail fellow blazing orange. They probably should have put me in orange since I'm contemplating my escape from here to be carried through in only minutes.
Surprisingly enough though, the hospital food has been pleasantly food-like, which is always welcome.
I'm pretty sure someone in a room next to mine died last night. A slow, orchestrated version of 'Rockabye baby' played over the hospital speakers. I can't imagine what else that would have signified but someone dying. It was eerie.
The worst part about hospitals though is the waiting. It's like they have their very own space-time continuum where somehow everything slows to at least half the time of the outside world. In hospitals it takes around an hour for a message to be relayed, two or so hours for a medicine to be ordered, around four hours to write a prescription, and a seeming five to six hours, maybe more, to write on a piece of paper "discharge patient."
"Discharge patient"...The two most magical words in the English language right now.
I've got a Mraz concert to be to in 3 hours for the love of Mr.A-Z!