Frequent bloggers are annoying. I'm talking about myself, of course. When you're miserably ensconced in a hospital bed, there's plenty of time to ponder. I write to keep what's left of my sanity. And for your entertainment.
My arm bled (again) this morning. Not much. Seeping through the (massive) bandages. They are (still) giving me blood thinners, which I believe cause the bleeding. The "experts" know best.
I never trust experts.
My "new" room isn't bad, except there's less privacy than my "old" room. Too many people coming and going....
Do I use too many "quotes"?
My ancient roommate is quiet. He's partially senile. They're giving him oxygen. The little oxygen "thingie" (technical term) goes in your nose. He keeps removing it and putting it in his ear!
Unintentional humor abounds.
Sunday Afternoon
The first part of this was written in the morning. Now is the afternoon continuation.
Not as pleasant as it was this morning. There's a feeble curtain that divides my roommate and me. One of the nurses propped Willie up in a wheelchair and took him out for a stroll.
I quickly got out my electric shaver......and shaved. I no longer do it at night, because I don't want to disturb Willie.
I'm slowly learning to be congenial - - which isn't my forte.
Okay, when they wheeled Willie back I got a (an unpleasant) surprise. Instead of putting him into bed, the nurse left him in his wheelchair - - five feet from my bed, facing me.
I'm a private person. I'm not exactly social - - especially when I'm half dead in a hospital bed. I'm not exactly delighted having a strange 95 yr. old man staring at me within the distance of five feet.
I smiled (sort of), said "hello", then.......pretended I fell asleep.
Are you ready for this?
SUDDENLY
A loud emergency BUZZ jolted me. I heard a Swoosh. There was (another) power outage. My air mattress was deflating (again)!
Willie was watching me sink.
I was going down like the Lusitania. Within a minute I was on the metal bed frame.....looking up at astonished Willie and the shoddy ceiling.
Dear God, do the humiliations never end??
This is about the fifth time my mattress deflated. I managed to reach up and press the Call Button.
One of the nurse's aides came.....about twenty minutes later. She reflated me.
Then - -
Lunch was served!
The last thing I want to do is eat in front of Willie. Mercifully, he fell asleep.
Lunch was a concoction called Turkey Surprise. It was massively shredded turkey with a thick horrifying gravy.
I was indeed surprised.
Dessert was Summer Fruit Jubilee.
What the hell is a jubilee?
Jon, 💚 continually deflated
thecontemplativecat here. I hate turkey in slime and gelatinous gravy. Have had enough of that delightful culinary treat. Sorry you had to eat yours. How is Willie? The view out your window looks like a school building, I taught for 20 years. Does your bed deflate often? Our future son in law (from England) came to a meet the parents. Couldn't quite see them sharing a bed, so we put him on an air mattress. It deflated the first night. They got married in 2004, live in Switzerland.
ReplyDeleteI like smoked turkey for Thanksgiving. As you said, I hate turkey in slime.
DeleteThis does look like a school building. I suppose you're weary of it after 20 years.
My roommate is actually nice, because he's quiet. I think one of his daughters is a nurse here, because she calls him Dad.
My air mattress deflated 4 or 5 times - - all due to power outages.
Living in Switzerland must be nice.
If it helps any, Willie probably doesn't see or hear very well at his age. My mother had to share a room with a 95-year-old, and you could have probably set off a firecracker, and she wouldn't have blinked. I can't believe they don't try to make things a little more pleasant outside. Where my mom was, they had flowers, and bird feeders, and tried to give the residents something nice to look at it. I hope they figure out why your bed keeps deflating. That has to be aggravating. Usually, Jubilee has ice cream and is set on fire, I imagine that would be interesting in a hospital type setting.
ReplyDeleteYou're right. I don't think Willie knows much about what's going on. He must have been amused watching me sink.
DeleteMy mattress only deflates when there's a power outage. Today's outage only lasted about ten minutes. The mattress mechanism has to be turned back on.
It would be hilarious to see burning ice cream served here! 😸
I forgot, my view of this building is the back. Somewhere in another area is a flower garden.
DeleteOoh goodness, you and that inflatable mattress, if it wasn't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I was "Interned" I preferred to not share my room, but then I had a 96 year old lady as my room-mate for the last six weeks. She was totally deaf and would shout at the top of her lungs when she wanted me to ring the nurse for her, despite her having a help button she was at a loss as to how to use it.
Looking back having her there took my mind off my own problem, because I took it upon myself to look out for her. The day I left....I cried, knowing I would never see her again.
I'm hoping your health problems are solved sooner and not later.
Hugs,
~Jo
That mattress deflates when I least expect it - - and it really deflates quickly! It's rather humolrous.
DeleteI really hate to have roommates. Willie is quiet and almost no trouble. I assume that one of the nurses here is his daughter, because she calls him Dad.
It's so nice of you to have helped your 96 yr. old roommate.
Thanks, Jo.
"Humorous" - - I always have typos. I'm still writing on my cell phone.
DeleteI don't think you're deflatable! The mattress maybe.. I was wondering if this roommate was another plug puller like the old lady, but I guess not.
ReplyDeleteI don't think Willie would pull the plug 😁 but that first lady in the wheelchair was angry that I got her room.
DeleteHopefully I won't deflate with the mattress.
Take care, Liz.
jubilee /joo͞′bə-lē″, joo͞″bə-lē′/
ReplyDeletenoun
A specially celebrated anniversary, especially a 50th anniversary.
The celebration of such an anniversary.
A season or occasion of joyful celebration.
Jubilation; rejoicing.
In the Hebrew Scriptures, a year of rest to be observed by the Israelites every 50th year, during which slaves were to be set free, alienated property restored to the former owners, and the lands left untilled.
A year during which plenary indulgence may be obtained by the performance of certain pious acts.
Every fiftieth year, being the year following the completion of each seventh sabbath of years, at which time all the slaves of Hebrew blood were liberated, and all lands which had been alienated during the whole period reverted to their former owners.
The joyful commemoration held on the fiftieth anniversary of any event.
"the jubilee of Queen Victoria's reign; the jubilee of the American Board of Missions."
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition •
Or cherries jubilee, which makes it an adjective and means flambe' or ON FIRE.
There. Now you know. 🤗
Good heavens, you went through a heckuva lot of trouble to educate me. Since jubilee has nothing to do with summer fruit, I'm rather perplexed. Perhaps they could douse the fruit with brandy and set it ablaze. It would enhance mealtime here.
DeleteThanks for thinking of me.
I might request to have my mattress filled with helium.....but if I eat flamable fruit, I'll ignite like the Hindenburg....😵
FLAMMABLE
DeleteI don't know why that made me laugh. Somehow the Hindenburg has become funny.
DeleteP.S. I copy-pasted the info.
So sorry, but I'm dying over here -- both at your latest debacle and your fans' comments. Someone needs to organize a road trip to descend on the rehab center with good food and cheer. Wheelchair races, anyone? Kind of like Christmas in July ... for grownups.
ReplyDeleteEven though I'm miserable, I always manage to make myself laugh. It's insane here. The adventures never cease.
DeleteChristmas in July sounds intriguing. Perhaps we could organize an escape plan. You could smuggle me out in a wheelchair.
😸
This room does sound better. Willie doesn't sound like a bad roommate as far as roommates go. But it must have been the better chef's day off, eh? And you'd think they could get a back-up battery or something for that mattress since they lose power so often. Always something, eh? I'm glad my skin cancer surgery is over and done with--but it was way more than I expected...3 hours...skin graft...OMG! I am drinking through a straw now for a few days. Yup--always something, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteI only like to share my room with cats - - but Willie is a fairly good roommate. At least he's quiet.
DeleteI never knew an air mattress could be so annoying. Spontaneous deflation is unsettling.
I'm glad your surgery is over. Mohs surgery does take about 3 or 4 hrs. I've almost given up about getting my arm surgery.
I can always tell when the good chef is here. For the past few days the food is lousy.
Oh my! That bed goes up and down and up and down...and certainly not in the fun way! Never a dull moment, indeed. Working in a hospital my entire career, I've got stories 'from the other side'. Oh boy! At least the roomie is generally quiet and non-intrusive....so far. Maybe better than snakes crawling down the dresser...or maybe not?
ReplyDeleteI truly hope they get their shat together and get this arm surgery on the books soon. Keep doing your bed PT (the damn bed sure is). Oh, and that turkey surprise sounded like a surprise alright. Who dreams these meals up? Better days and food ahead! Oh, that 'thingy' that Willie wears for his O2 is a nasal canula. I've seen patients almost hang themselves with them. I found one once in a patient's underpants. Don't ask. I've seen it all! Feel better, Jon. Your stories keep us entertained and praying harder for you.
Paranormal John
I've been in many strange beds (smile) but this air mattress one is the most annoying.
DeleteLoooong ago, I enjoyed a wild night with a guy who was a Nazi fan (I'm not kidding). In the morning he showed me an arsenal of LOADED guns that he kept under the mattress!! I'm fortunate to have survived that night.
A nasal canula in someone's underpants? I don't want to venture a guess....you could write a book about your hospital stories.
I can always tell when the lousy cook is here. Yesterday the breakfast French toast was almost too hard to bite. It often happens with pancakes, too.
I'm glad you enjoy my bed-ridden adventures, John. 😸
You have more events in your place in one day than many people who are not confined have in a week, Jon. The deflating bed sounds humorous but sure it is not and the only “good” thing is that it’s no longer a bit surprise as to why. The view is very un-exciting and no words about the food that could be good.
ReplyDeleteWhen I came here I assumed there was nothing to write about. Fortunately I was wrong.
DeleteThe deflating bed is really annoying. If some one doesn't come and rescue me, I'm doomed.
My latest window view is lousy, but at least I can see grass and part of the sky. My previous window only revealed a big ugly bush.
They should make hospitals with big huge windows and gardens outside. Also, good music.
ReplyDeleteAnd actual mattresses!
DeleteThey got a special air mattress for my back and butt.
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