Four more days...
I've been here for ten days now and I think I'm starting to lose it a little. I got really mad last night when I went out walking around because I had had my stupid IV Infuser plugged in all day, and apparently it only keeps a charge for about twenty minutes which really doesn't afford me the freedom to walk very far. And of course, it started sounding its stupid alarm right when I was in the middle of the Pavilion (a fairly crowded commons in the hospital). Now, people already stare at me like I have a hand growing out of my face when I walk around. Why? I have no idea. I'm in a hospital, not the mall, why is the sight of someone with an IV stand so unusual that people feel the need to stare me down?
Anyway, it started beeping and I have already used up every ounce of patience and self-control that I have being here for so long that, when it started beeping, I punched it...really hard. And, of course, that sent it into a tizzy. It started alarming in this really shrill high pitched tone and wouldn't stop. Mind you this hospital (in its infinite wisdom) will only allow your specific nurse to do anything to your IV. So no one in the Pavilion could help me, and I had to go all the way back to my room (first floor to the fifth floor, and we WEREN'T close to the elevators) with the thing shrieking. If I thought people stared at me before...
So yeah, being stuck here away from work, knowing that catching up in school is going to be a bitch, and having lost two weeks of packing time (we have to be out by the 30th) is REALLY starting to get to me. And I got some bad news from my doctors a few days ago which is probably going to mean more hospital time and surgery. I'll talk about that more when I'm not trapped in here...
IV infuser, we are no longer friends...
And, because I need a smile, here is a youtube response to ICP's "Miracles":
Both informative and hilarious...
Anyway, it started beeping and I have already used up every ounce of patience and self-control that I have being here for so long that, when it started beeping, I punched it...really hard. And, of course, that sent it into a tizzy. It started alarming in this really shrill high pitched tone and wouldn't stop. Mind you this hospital (in its infinite wisdom) will only allow your specific nurse to do anything to your IV. So no one in the Pavilion could help me, and I had to go all the way back to my room (first floor to the fifth floor, and we WEREN'T close to the elevators) with the thing shrieking. If I thought people stared at me before...
So yeah, being stuck here away from work, knowing that catching up in school is going to be a bitch, and having lost two weeks of packing time (we have to be out by the 30th) is REALLY starting to get to me. And I got some bad news from my doctors a few days ago which is probably going to mean more hospital time and surgery. I'll talk about that more when I'm not trapped in here...
IV infuser, we are no longer friends...
And, because I need a smile, here is a youtube response to ICP's "Miracles":
Click to viewBoth informative and hilarious...