Here are some things:
Good things about hospital
1. Pre-med … This is what they inject you with before the actual anasthetic. It makes you feel all calm and floaty, like you’re in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by tiny little seahorses.
2. Being pushed around … I mean by the wardies, when they have to wheel you from one place to the next on your trolley bed.
3. Having trained professionals take care of you … it’s not annoying that you get woken up every few hours for them to check your temperature, heart rate & blood pressure – it’s reassuring.
Bad things about hospital
1. The racist woman sitting next to me in the ward … she was there for her husband. She kept making comments about the cranky old c**ts whenever anyone who wasn’t caucasian walked past, and then proceeded to complain that the entire hospital was being run by foreigners. She worried over me, and opined that I was too young to be in hospital all on my own. She said, “You don’t look a day over 19!”. That explains a lot…
2. Boredom … I was in the 23 hour unit. There wasn’t anything to do. I couldn’t sleep because of the pain and had nothing to take my mind off it.
3. Mixed wards … This doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. The problem was that I was surrounded by old men who snored loudly all night. And also the fact that I was the only girl there, apart from the nurses. The next day in the recovery room, one of the old men said to me “Your dance card must be full eh?” and I’m not even sure of what that means.
Other things about hospital
1. The doctor has to sign the part of the body he is going to operate on … I think so he acknowledges he’s read the reports and knows what he’s doing. Firstly, a couple of the reports in my file said I was having surgery on my right arm, when it’s my left that has the breaks. You would not believe how long it takes to get something like that fixed up.
2. You would be surprised at who is afraid of blood … When the nurse disconnected the aline drip from the cannula in my hand, she forgot to put a plug screw into one of the tubes. Consequently, blood leaked out of the tube and dripped onto my blankets and clothes. The tuff looking guy in the bed next to mine went pale and had to look away.
3. Injuries come in twos … The tuff looking guy had a similar injury to me – except that he only fractured his radius (distal fracture though) whereas I fractured the radius and the ulna. Anyway, we both had to have metal plates etc. Also the husband of the racist woman had broken his eye socket and had a displaced jawbone, from falling face-first from a truck. There was another kid who had broken his eye socket and had a displaced jawbone from being hit in the face with a golf ball. I’m sure there were more, but I did’t hear about them.
Anyways, no rest for the wicked (see? that’s me admitting I’m wicked.) The drugs have worn off yet again and I’m trying to create a greater gap between the taking of them (I don’t want to become dependent on nurofen plus…). I have to go make dinner. kudos Ro for cutting up the chicken.
Here is a site that has been keeping me entertained…
http://www.nobodyhere.com/justme/me.here
Kudos Noe for the link