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
