Saturday, August 13, 2011

hospital blur part 2

So I fell back asleep, only to be woken up by a tag team of doctors. Nothing to report. Blood cultures not back. Then a series of questions. Any pain? Swelling? Nausea? Headaches? Blah? Blah? Blah?  Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Then doctors ask if I have any questions. When can I go home? Oh well, that depends on your blood cultures, if your fever doesn't return, etc, etc.

Ten minutes later, another doctor. Exact same questions. Exact same answers.

Ten minutes later, I see a gurney in the hallway. Apparently I was scheduled for chest x rays this morning. Odd, given I had chest xrays thursday night and yesterday morning. The nurse checks and some other doctor ordered more xrays. I go. They take the exact same pictures that they took yesterday, even though yesterday's were clear. Now back in my room.

Hence, being in the hospital is a blur. Every day and every doctor starts to meld into one. Boredom, anxiety, and the desire to get the flock out of here grows as that melded blur grows.

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