Where Did That Week Go?
So if you're looking for something fun to do, do what I did recently and spend a week at the luxurious Ohio State University Medical Center. Apparently I had some sort of tear in my upper stomach and was having wuite a bit of blood loss from it... Among the low points of the week... vomitting blood, having a camera thrown down my throat, drinking radioactive crap, and a nice little stomach pump to top it all off.
In the hospital you have an over abundance of time and little to do. Among the highlights I had when people weren't stopping by and visiting were reading Al Franken's Lies and the Lying Liars That Tell Them, crossword puzzles... and an insane amount of television. (I bet you didnt know Henry Rollins once hosted a show on the SciFi channel or that Macgyver is on three times a day).
Unfortunately, you don't get a lot of sleep in the hospital. Why? Well in my case, it was a diabetic roommate that bitches for a popsicle every 30 minutes and some stranger taking your vitals every 2 hours. You'd think they would want you to rest if you're in the hospital? A really sucky side effect of this is that you are awake during the morning when Dr. Phil's show is on. God, I HATE Dr. Phil....
On the plus side, my very sweet friends visited me and tried to keep me entertained and happy... despite the fact that I was sporting the gayest gown known to man.
Another highlight was possibly the dynamite drugs they gave me while I was in the hospital. In addition to morphine and demerol, there was this little delicious one that started with a V that I cant remember the name of. Funny enough, it had an "amensia effect" that keeps you concious while you are taking it, but after its out of your system, you cant hardly remember a thing about the time that you were being given the drug. Isn't that crazy? While I appreciate the people that visited during those wacky hours spread over a couple days, I don't remember anything we probably talked about.
So fast forward to Friday, I get out of the hospital. Naturally, I go straight to the pharmacy to get all my sweet (term used very liberally) meds.... and then rush straight over to happy hour at Applebee's. It seemed to make sense, followed up by a ridiculous Cinco de Mayo at Nick's place. Among other things, I learn what a Tequila Popper and a "Tequm" is. Thanks Szweda boys.
I wonder what next week has in store
In the hospital you have an over abundance of time and little to do. Among the highlights I had when people weren't stopping by and visiting were reading Al Franken's Lies and the Lying Liars That Tell Them, crossword puzzles... and an insane amount of television. (I bet you didnt know Henry Rollins once hosted a show on the SciFi channel or that Macgyver is on three times a day).
Unfortunately, you don't get a lot of sleep in the hospital. Why? Well in my case, it was a diabetic roommate that bitches for a popsicle every 30 minutes and some stranger taking your vitals every 2 hours. You'd think they would want you to rest if you're in the hospital? A really sucky side effect of this is that you are awake during the morning when Dr. Phil's show is on. God, I HATE Dr. Phil....
On the plus side, my very sweet friends visited me and tried to keep me entertained and happy... despite the fact that I was sporting the gayest gown known to man.
Another highlight was possibly the dynamite drugs they gave me while I was in the hospital. In addition to morphine and demerol, there was this little delicious one that started with a V that I cant remember the name of. Funny enough, it had an "amensia effect" that keeps you concious while you are taking it, but after its out of your system, you cant hardly remember a thing about the time that you were being given the drug. Isn't that crazy? While I appreciate the people that visited during those wacky hours spread over a couple days, I don't remember anything we probably talked about.
So fast forward to Friday, I get out of the hospital. Naturally, I go straight to the pharmacy to get all my sweet (term used very liberally) meds.... and then rush straight over to happy hour at Applebee's. It seemed to make sense, followed up by a ridiculous Cinco de Mayo at Nick's place. Among other things, I learn what a Tequila Popper and a "Tequm" is. Thanks Szweda boys.
I wonder what next week has in store
mrrrooooowwww!!!!!! *huggles* missed you. was wondering where you were. feeling better?????
:*( i hope so. write me back?
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